[Intro]
Yo, yo
Ayo, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz + Conway the Machine]
Put your heart in your back pocket and handle business
N***as lie for the wealth honesty is a sickness
I’m from the streets with logistics
I’m that n***a that was never a statistic
I’m charged up but the battery not included
Everybody sound the same so my shit exclusive
The most understated artists and that’s been reputed
I just count money and subtract excuses
Don’t compare a Benz to Saab n***a
Don’t compare a hobby to job n***a
My ring coming out the fog n***a
My runs started with a job n***a
I’m Gucci anywhere that’s a Fendi
Any rapper in the game that can check me
N***as dying over pussy I ain’t get it
If I’m wearing all this ice I ain’t chillin’
I ain’t slippin’ God willing
I gotta be on point gotta pay attention
Anytime anywhere anywhere I choose
I got styles so I don’t follow fashion rules
Spanish Harlem sista sand box
Oy boy they ?pop it when the ten drop?
I’m getting green like a shamrock
Only wife beaters wearing tank tops (Bamz, what' up, n***a?)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look;
I lead n***as in the whips sloshed pray to clip
I ain’t just firing to stick once
Put the sour in the trap watch the shit drop
I feel like this bout to be a big one
A shooter walk around like an Omar
Trench coat with the big pump
What you blowin’ up my phone? What your bitch want?
I don’t even fuck she only suck my dick once
Chicken over rice with the white sauce
Red seats in the white Porsche
We ?ain't shot quick? the country n***as lights off
Free my dogs behind the walls? sending kites off?
Grind a n***a I don’t take nights off
1250 what my Nikes cost
Play it with me if you want n***a
It result be a fucking life loss