[Verse 1: TJ Porter]
From the East to the Bay, you know we on the map
Call Lul G, he pull up with the strap
Thirty on me, yeah, I'm carryin’ that
And that bitch on my hip got a big kickback
This is plug talk, I can show you how the plugs talk
You need weed or you need Xans, I show you how the plug talk
Is you bangin' or you crippin'? N***a, this a thug walk
Hah, yeah, n***a, this a thug walk

[Verse 2: Lul G]
Ain’t no motherfuckin' stock, it's a thirty on this clip, though
Two Glocks on me, two twins like I'm Brisco
Up this bitch on him, make him groove like he Crisco
Fuck around and shoot a movie in this bitch, what the clip hold
Me and TJ had your bitch like a pornstar
We give her dick while that bitch, you adorin' her
How the fuck you kiss that bitch when I dogged that bitch?
Ran your bitch with the gang and I won't call the bitch

[Verse 3: TJ Porter]
I can show you how to shoot a Glock, I keep it on my waist
I can show you how to make it hot, just don't cover your face
We do not fuck with the coppers, we be bustin' on the choppers
If you ain’t with that shit, boy, just stay in your place
I don’t need hoes, I be buggin' like I’m Steve-O
Have you swimmin' with the fishes, you'll be lost like Nemo
All these bitches for the team, yeah, we call 'em team hoes
Have my dick up in her mouth, watch that bitch deepthroat
[Verse 4: Lul G]
Show you how to bust that chopper, how to kick a door
Learn how to bust that chopper, you gon’ hit the floor
Sloppy roll, all twenties like it's Piccolo
Hundred chances I done chose but I can't choose a ho
Damn near a meal ticket, I done upped about a hundred poor
Strapped like the Navy, young n***a got a hundred poles
Forty-one on my wrist, that shit hella froze
If bustdown beat that n***a, bitch, he hella bold

[Verse 5: TJ Porter]
Make your block hot, we be spinnin' in the drop-top
When I'm dumpin', watch him jump in like he playin' hopscotch
I be bustin' in her mouth, she said it feel like Pop Rocks
I ain't cuffin' no hoes, I ain't cuffin' hot thots

[Verse 6: Lul G]
Up this big Glock, make that n***a get bip-bop
And look, word, you think shit funny? Turn you to a Chris Rock
Fake ass Rollie on your wrist, boy, that shit tick tock
Catch him cuffin' on a bitch, then you know the bitch not