[Intro: ZayBang]
Huh? (Baow)
These lil' bitches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Look, huh

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Project baby, we some misfits
Even the suckers tuned in, they gon' listen
This shit slap, I need a plaque, we gon' steel trip
The bitch like— (Doe Boy, how you made this?)
Ayy, like, how you made this?
That lil' n***a gettin' money and he take trips
Some clean juice out the pharm', I need a straight script
That lil' punk bitch you love give me straight lip
You clown n***a, ayy, and this a G30
And if you see me with a soda, bitch, my pop dirty
You probably catch me to the neck and I am not worried
A real legend in my city, I out-shot Curry
Even my bitch got a pole, she keep two SIGs
They smoked him like a loose leaf, he had some loose lips
A full-sized 30-30 like a pool stick
And everybody ain't just rappin', he on bullshit

[Chorus: ZayBang]
I tried to tell 'em you keep dope out the pop-up
Them oldheads wanna be us, n***as washed up
And why y'all keep on makin' disses and ain't shot nothin'?
Like n***as talkin' 'bout this chicken and ain't got nothin'
And way before I made a song, I was block huggin'
You n***as do it for the 'Gram, that is not thuggin'
And way before I dropped a tape, I had to drop somethin'
These weak bitches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'
[Verse 2: Big Quis]
My turn
Where I'm from, we drive foreign cars from A to B
If you ain't 'bout your money, get the fuck away from me
You a bum, a blind n***a could see your chain is cheap
You could have this bitch I'm with long as you pay the fee
Fuck the value of this watch, I'm 'bout to bust it down
Before I met Ghazi, I went and copped a hundred pounds
I told that bitch that she could leave if she ain't fuckin' now
My opps ain't kill me yet, them broke-ass n***as just run they mouth
I'm in the foreign, I'm gettin' topped up in the fast lane
I stayed loyal with my n***as and then the cash came
I'm too rich to give a basic bitch my last name
I told your wife, "Come give me head, I had a bad day"

[Chorus: ZayBang]
I tried to tell 'em you keep dope out the pop-up
Them oldheads wanna be us, n***as washed up
And why y'all keep on makin' disses and ain't shot nothin'?
Like n***as talk about that chicken and ain't got nothin'
And way before I made a song, I was block huggin'
You n***as do it for the 'Gram, that is not thuggin'
And way before I dropped a tape, I had to drop somethin'
These weak bitches throwin' shade, that ain't stop nothin'