[Intro]
See, we did shit for the streets
My n***as in them chain gang
All my guys behind the walls
Where my mom-fed ass n***as at?

[Chorus: Jimmy Rocket]
Thirty hanging out the Glock
N***a play, gon' hit his top (For real)
Sending shots back to the opps
Like a picture, he get cropped
I was just a young n***a
Like Embiid, I hit the block (Volume 6)
Got 'em thinking we custodians
'Cause the traphouse full of mops
I just fucked your bitch in crocs
You kissed her and she gave me top
.40 on me, I don't box
My n***as fuck up the game like a...

[Interlude: DJ Big Tiny]
Your man DJ Big Tiny
Trapaholics
Volume 6
For the streets
For the world
Hoodrich, bitch
[Chorus: Jimmy Rocket]
Thirty hanging out the Glock
N***a play, gon' hit his top (For real)
Sending shots back to the opps
Like a picture, he get cropped
I was just a young n***a
Like Embiid, I hit the block
Got 'em thinking we custodians
'Cause the traphouse full of mops
I just fucked your bitch in crocs
You kissed her and she gave me top
.40 on me, I don't box
My n***as fuck up the game like a bot
Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox
You play, you get put in a box
I heard you were snitching
Just like a radio station
Boy your ass givin' out drops

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Lingo, lingo, lingo (Flocka)
You be screaming bands, I be sayin' crates
You call it a mansion, I call it the estate
You be sayin' drip, we call it the lake (The lake)
You say you gettin' bread, they know I'm gettin' cake (You know)
My lingo old-school, your lingo new-school
Million dollar studio, you still usin' Pro Tools, my lingo
Is crispy like a C-note
I'm in a G5 blowin' good weed smoke
We are not the same (No), we in a different league (Yeah)
Cut from a different cloth, boy, I'm from a different breed
I talk different, crate money, we talking fortunes
Countin' up a half a billion in a fortress (Flexin')
Big drip, but I'm somethin' like a big lake (Squad)
Just know it cost and course these bullets faster than a Porsche
I dump ashes on your corpse if you fuck with Jimmy (Rocket)
[Chorus: Jimmy Rocket]
Thirty hanging out the Glock
N***a play, gon' hit his top (For real)
Sending shots back to the opps
Like a picture, he get cropped
I was just a young n***a
Like Embiid, I hit the block
Got 'em thinking we custodians
'Cause the traphouse full of mops
I just fucked your bitch in crocs
You kissed her and she gave me top
.40 on me, I don't box
My n***as fuck up the game like a bot
Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox
You play, you get put in a box
I heard you were snitching
Just like a radio station
Boy your ass givin' out drops

[Verse 2: Jimmy Rocket]
Don't fuck with the cops
The way I'm dressin', boy, I been had the rocks
The stick get to clappin' like it's giving props
It's a homicide, police bringin' out the chalk
N***as' mama cryin', 'cause son died, they fault
On his block, we gon' make it hot
Potato barrel, that's a tater tot
I'm going down like a moron
Extendo longer than my forearm
Butterfly doors, cocoon
Sticks, they lookin' like brooms
Banana clip on the baboon, huh, huh
I got 'em watching like toons
Lil' Jimmy take off to the moon, huh, huh
They keep on askin' when the tape dropping
That shit coming soon, huh, huh
My lil' n***a tote the MAC
And he gon' spray it like perfume, huh, huh
[Chorus: Jimmy Rocket]
Thirty hanging out the Glock
N***a play, gon' hit his top (For real)
Sending shots back to the opps
Like a picture, he get cropped
I was just a young n***a
Like Embiid, I hit the block
Got 'em thinking we custodians
'Cause the traphouse full of mops
I just fucked your bitch in crocs
You kissed her and she gave me top
.40 on me, I don't box
My n***as fuck up the game like a bot
Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox
You play, you get put in a box
I heard you were snitching
Just like a radio station
Boy your ass givin' out drops

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
You can walk outside, then boom, now you're dead today
Life could be a meme, bitch, or she could be a golden child
Poverty and welfare, growin' up as a poster child
Hitsquad, n***a
What they gon' call me, everything but a broke n***a
I remember kicking doors, entire coats, n***a
Now I'm ridin' down Terra in a Ghost, n***a
Call me Flocka, I'ma bet every penny on Jimmy
If you touch him, it's smoke