Ah (ah) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ah (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track (no way) Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap (grrah) Gave my mama all that time, she did ten and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks, and made that back (ayy) My nigga Tee the sergeant (ayy), neighborhood locksmith (ayy) Uberin' with Ks, five stars, get a top lift (grrt) If I gotta stand tall (what?), I'ma drop shit (ayy) Westside, thirty on the Wesson, call it Glocksmith (boom) We come from that cloth that they don't make no more (they don't) Text your bitch like, "Pop out", she texts back you made her stay at home (this hoe-ass) Baby Grizz and mama Grizzley back, they let them gangsters home (they here) Ridin' in that SRT Demon, but them angels close, I ain't alone Say the clip full, brodie (rrah), we gon' spray that, though (ayy) Opps know ain't shit they can do, they ain't gon' save that, though (that's it) Eat me in a Rolls-Royce (skrrt), I just might make a hoe Told that lil' bitch to bring her friends, I don't date alone Ayy, you strapped when your niggas with you (what?), I got that Drac' alone Told the DJ he a rat, when we in here don't play that song (sure did) All my niggas up in bank, imagine what I make alone Come and drop a nigga whole village, this shit Game of Thrones (grrah) Pull up in them Lamb' trucks trippin', got like eight poles ('krrt, skrrt, skrrt) Drums in this bitch, full crowd, it's a Drac' show (boom, boom, boom) Say them boys ride, .308, turn his brakes on Let my O.G. out, can't wait to put my nigga Blaze on Asked bro before I got locked, I was 20 up (no cap, nigga) Ayy, now it's eight hunnid and 20+ All shops, .30 pokin', givin' twenty up Go get me a water, bitch, I'm rollin' like a 20 Blood (ayy) At the Waldorf eatin' on the roof, I bring your hoe up here (come here) On the jet I'm wearin' red like stop, but she gon' go up here (she goin') All my shooters smart, but if you play, they gon' act slow up here (what?) Call my label up like, "Bring that bag and baby bro in there" (Baby Grizz) Damn, I wish you was here to see this shit we did, pops (R.I.P.) I don't wanna drive the Lamb' today, bring me that Benz block (ayy, bro, pull up) You can look up all our paperwork, solid as a rock (ten toes) And my pistols like Snoop, .64, switches on them Glocks (brr) I ain't goin' back and forth with niggas 'less it's on the track Me and broski twinnin', winnin', rappin', still'll twist your cap Gave my mama all that time, she did 10 and gave that back Now your kids rich, MarMar blew 80 stacks and made that back DJ on the beat, so it's a banger

What's up, baby, I'm doin' ad-libs right now, you hear me? (500) I'm doin' ad-libs right now (yeah) Hold on, hold on, I'm 'bout to call you right back (Helluva made the beat, baby) (Twin Grizzleys) ayy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Belt was a stack (huh), shoes was a stack Ayy, these boys lame as f-, I got facial recognition (huh) Murder mag manager, I got it out the kitchen I'll elevate your bum a- career, with my mention Dawg mad, so I hit his b- and doubled up the tension (ha-ha) Dropped the Range Rover just to move through the snow (skrrt) Drumroll forty 'cause I move when it's go (ayy) Yeah, I heard your song, it was cool, but you broke (yeah) Yeah, I heard you play with that tool, but you bold (yeah) I walk in the club and get to trippin' like my lace loose (make it rain) Hit I gotta (okay), I bought that b- some Prada (okay) Too much money on my plate, heavyweight, b- I'm eight deuce (okay) Check that bag like a guala, on my momma (woo) N- hate when I talk money 'cause they ain't got none (hey) Make a opp run (hey), call a hundred round Glock fun 500 essays, my ni- had a high run (500) Dreamed I was in a Benz, so I dropped one (skrrt) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Tool on the TEC, fool and get whacked, uh Smooth, but I don't play by rules, so get back (okay) Don't wear blue, so I'ma buy the Loub's just to match it (okay) Jumpin' over n- leapin' hit that p- for a hour off them pills, I, uh Eliminate, I'm sleep Teacher asked who I wanna be, I said, "My nigga Tee" Whole squad throwin' up the B's like I hit a three Left wrist icy (hey), right wrist icy (hey) B- tried to spike me (hey), feds try to 'dict me (hey) Saint Laurent shirt, nah, b- this ain't no white tee Put all my n- on that screen like I'm Spike Lee Cooler on the TEC, four-five, Nina Busser Baby, wanna be my kid's momma, I can't trust her P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her Too much bread, I can't even spread chunky peanut butter (ooh) If you know your b- bad, n-, please, tuck her Tell her new n-, "Take a knee, I done fucked her" (okay) P- was amazin' but I can't even cuff her (okay) Too much bread like I'm tryna spread chunky peanut butter N-, left wrist icy, right wrist icy (ice) Left wrist icy (ice), right wrist icy (ice) Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack N-, left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (both of 'em) Left wrist icy (yeah), right wrist icy (hundred on that b-) Belt was a stack (yeah), shoes was a stack (what else?) Belt was a stack (what else?), shoes was a stack (talk to 'em) Ayy, ask God to help me take flight (yeah) Now I know how it feel to everythin', except wear fake ice (facts) Only tell the truth to Jesus, when we talk on late nights (amen) Like, "You know I committed every sin except for rape, right? (Did everythin') Waitin' on our momma now, they gave me back my brother (he hard) My chain cost the same way I keep it, that's a hundred (whole hundred) The shooter got his passport, we'll blow you down in London (boom) Next time a n- diss me, ask 'em, "Do he got more money?" (He don't) I got pull, ayy (pull), but it's rules, ayy (but it's rules) Have n- walk up in your house like they your roommates (knock-knock) Yeah, left wrist icy (icy), new crib pricy (yeah) N- don't like me, you'll get fried like Hibachi (cookin') Wish somebody would, try to play like I ain't GOATed (what?) Keep it real, I'm the reason n- gettin' noticed (facts) I was headlinin', n- couldn't even open (facts) It was mine first, now it's Baby Grizz' moment, n- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Left wrist icy, right wrist icy Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack Belt was a stack, shoes was a stack, b- (stack, b-, stack, b-)

I'ma talk some lil' silly shit in the beginning Just how I feel type shit Been wanting to get this off my mind for a long-ass time (What's that?) Wendy's chicken sandwich fuckin' over Popeyes (Haha) Lot of extras in my clip like fries at Five Guys Neck on Dairy Queen, my wrist on Häagen-Dazs (Ice) My girl colder than the shit they sell at Coldstone (Facts) Every time she let me hit, I make her soul go (Facts) Brody sellin' gas like the Chevron, Sunoco The BP, I'm from the West, but I'm good Deep East (Yeah) The semi transform to a fully, Decepticon (Boom) Reach for my gold, I kill everybody, I'm leprechaun Free them real niggas, fuck them ho niggas who testified Tellin' shit the police ain't ask, got 'em some extra time (Man) They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (Let me paint that) It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it (We gon' shake back) We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing (Literally) Let's talk about the people and the shit they be sayin' Some people love me so much, you would think we related Some people hate me so much, you would think we wasn't related Niggas salty 'cause the bitches they in love with ate it, ayy Like some chicken, but they didn't put no hot sauce on it (They didn't) And I dropped them hoes off after they hopped up off it (I did it) I probably dropped a couple dollars on 'em (I did) And I be talkin' so much shit, I probably dropped some knowledge on 'em Like somebody prayin' for me, gotta be my sweet grandma (Amen) Old soul, I could fuck a nigga's mean grandma (Famous) I come from where it's snow, but I ain't never seen Santa I just seen a lot of niggas get popped like peach Fantas (Brrt) You ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (Boy) I'll drop your bro and give you somethin' to rap about (Boy) Before a studio, we had to trap it out (Bitch) At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (Fuck) A young dog, so ambitious, but ain't got no goals (Nah) He get some money for some clothes, he tryna buy some poles (All of 'em) Touched a lot of dead hands, all of 'em was cold With a lot of makeup on they face so you can't see the holes They want a picture of my city, let me paint it (They know it) It's so hard to make it out, but we gon' make it We want the best shit, we can't do nothin' basic It's a Detroit nigga everywhere I go, that shit amazing Niggas get the chills when young dog speak (They do) He a big dog now, you know young dog eat (Ah) He got some money, now they thinkin' that young dog sweet (Nah) I know for a fact he ain't, 'cause young dog me (Bitch) Yeah, I went from Lil T to Big Unky (I'm Big Unc) My uncle turned into a bitch, now he my auntie (He my aunt) Niggas talkin' crazy, won't say shit in front me (Nah) Meet with my plug and cash him out, that nigga don't front me (Nigga don't front me) But you ain't never been through shit, you tryna find some clout (Lame) I'll drop your brother, give you somethin' to rap about (Bah) Before a studio, we had to trap it out (Trap) At a club in the slums with that ratchet out (Bah)