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Intro: Hotboy Wes
Twist y'all niggas up
Ayy, tell 'em how we livin', thug

Chorus: Hotboy Wes
Out on bond with a cut in my overalls Overalls
If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call Crip
You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all Notice y'all
Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg Rollie on
Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol Protocol
Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off Rover off
Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off Shoulder off
Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross Ayy

Verse 1: Hotboy Wes
Wanted a car, so I bought her a Masi' Masi'
All about action, I'm all about profit
Know that I'm active, they know that I'm 'bout it Get it
All about fashion and only deposits
Don't need a mask to hop out when I pop it
They like the swag on my ass, so they copy Copy
Turn up on them others, throw back me a molly Molly
My dawg in the pen', hope they let him up out it
He trap everyday 'cause it's fetish narcotic
He wrote me a letter, he told me he loved me
Just keep me some metal and step on they collar
Eye for an eye, bitch, it's death or a dollar Off top
Used to be broke, now I step in designer Crip
Crip what I rep, I put that on my mama
Most of these niggas can't step in the bottom Big facts
Put you to rest if you rip on my partner Big facts
Shoot for his neck, take his breath with the chopper Boom
Up with the TEC, now go fetch him a doctor
Then after that, we gon' stretch his lil' partner

Verse 2: Big Scarr
No, I can't tell the truth to your honor Uh-uh
Told my bitch dye her hair blonde like Madonna Just like Madonna
I'm chasin' these Ms like I'm Ronald McDonald Just like I'm Ronald
My youngins, they hop out with sticks like a plumber Just like a plumber
Reapers with me, yeah, they ready for drama They ready for drama
Go with your move, better think 'bout the karma Woah, woah
I'm stackin' this cheese like a pan of lasagna Pan of lasagna
Lil' mama thick, see her ass through her romper Woah, woah
Percs in the head got me ready to rumble I'm ready to rumble
Hit from the back, then I pulled out her bundle Bundle, woah
If I hit it first night, then she can't get my number She can't get my number
So Icy Gang make it cold in the summer Make it cold in the summer
I know they want me gone, so I move like Obama I move like Obama, woah
Water on me, yeah, I'm strapped with that thunder Drip, splash
Can't trip 'bout a bitch, fell in love with the commas Fell in love with the commas
In the trap, I do numbers, just go ask my mama Just go ask my mama
Straight from the bottom, I came from the jungle Straight out the jungle
Before the Hellcat, used to ride in the Honda Woah
This what you get when you stay down and humble Woah, woah
Don't get it confused, bitch, I'll still put you under I'll still put you under
Big dogs around me, I don't hang with no runners I don't hang with no runners

Chorus: Hotboy Wes & Big Scarr
Out on bond with a cut in my overalls Cut in my overalls
If you hear me say Crip, that's a soldier call You know that the C involved
You just mad 'cause we never gon' notice y'all We never gon' notice y'all
Never thought I'd be rich with a Rollie, dawg Rich with a Rollie on
Keep it real with the gang, that's just protocol That's just protocol
Might just re-up and go knock a Rover off A Rover off
Keep a Glock, that bitch knockin' your shoulder off Knockin' your shoulder off
Hit his crew, alley oop, that's an over-cross You know they gon' over-cross

Outro: Big Scarr
Let's go
Woah
Woah, woah, let's go
So Icy
So Icy
Gang