[Intro]
(Come On P)

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Talking to the plug, my cup on three way
I'm in Vegas, [?] my car got spades
She got face but I really want a girlfriend
Show your heart, bitch put the Glock up in your purse then
Trap house Six Flags but it's gon be a long ticket
Call your favorite stripper pole, just back up, tell her kick it
Fresh and clean I'm crispy
I know these n***as cap, I keep a nina if they shifty
Riding in a Benz but I drip hard, Mr. Bentley
I do it for them n***as that had it hard for a living
Pour a four for all my n***as in the yard doing a ten piece
Aye, you can't come around when real n***as link
I'm in the streets, if you was worried, how you finna eat

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
180 days in the trenches, he ain't even eat
Thirty hours in the stu, I ain't even sleep
When I made my first 50k I wasn't even geeked
I'm in Atlanta for a week, I'm looking for a freak
Rap n***as say they gon do what?, he gon get put to sleep
I'm a goat at what I do, these lil n***as fucking sheep
You don't wanna see them AR's hanging out that Jeep
This n***a acting like he from the streets, he just a wanna be
How I turn 100 to 1,000, do you wanna see?
N***a put his ass on me, do he wanna bleed?
Imma beat you ass n***a, so I'm throwing B's
I'm in the hood near you, I'm just smoking weed
I just threw the whole pack out cuz I found a seed
Why you sitting on your ass like you ain't got a dream
Ain't nobody help you out, you ain't got no team
N***a stop acting like your uncle ain't no fucking fiend
[Verse 3: Tony Shhnow & YSR Gramz]
I call my shooter Cole Bennett how he mix the scene
How you tryna go like Kobe?, you keep switching teams
I'm tired of n***as tryna rap but in they room they sing
You know my type, we fantastic, you better have that thing
She told me that she model, let her stay for a year
She know he a clown so with me it ain't fair
Where you bank?, have you had it for a year
Hit his ass dead and his head ain't got no hair
I'm from the streets, n***a they ain't playing fair
N***as 16 years old, n***a they don't even care
Prolly whack you for some Gucci sneaker, he ain't had a pair
Yeah you prolly had a gun but you ain't never go nowhere
Your daddy had you in the hood but you ain't never go out there
I'm a fade in the trap, catch juggs when no one there
I was holding handguns, you couldn't even hold me yet
We known to carry big drums, you can't even tote em back
Thigh pads like the lineman, sacked up like the quarterback
Special like a artifact
All my clothes is imported, I'm important to the trap