Bass sound thick
When I pull up to the party
Mane, I'm finna get it started
G, who do it like me?
Club got it packed, so packed
Front to back
Used to my rap in my room
Now I'm in yo city
(Huh) No?
Say it ain't so
If I ain't there
Then I'm prolly on the phone
Makin' money calls
Money balls
Money moe
I could never lack
Book a show, less go, less go
Mic in hand
Mane, I make it look easy
2–3 shows, man, you wouldn't wanna be me
Fuck sleep
Get high
Pay me
Leave me
Get buck
Get wild
Rinse and repeat
(I'm a) real right nigga from the 030
From the Westside, baby
Where the GI's be
I hold it down for my city
Hold it down for my own
Shoutout Tre Seven Boyz
Hold it down for da Z
12 gold stars, man
I'm flaggin' for the EU
Stackin' papers so high
Till I can't even see you
Industry act hard
Trick, I don't need you
Dis just a intro
So you see how we do
Half y'all niggas
Won't fuck wit a jit
'Til I pop, that's it
When I pop
Who you?
Can't rock with me
When I'm on my lows
Now you on my phone
Tryna work, that's cute
M–C–R to the dash to the T
I'm real right Mack
And I stand ten toes
Get it, get it, got to get it
Bitch, I'm widd it, widd it
I'ma spit it, spit it
I'ma lay it down every show
Get bags
I'ma bring it back
To my misses, I'ma flip that
Send us off, sippin' wine lately
You can mix match
Better call the dispatch
I just killed the game
But you mothafuckas missed that
Gang, gang
Tracks make the club go
Tracks make the club go
Gang, gang, gang
Money make the gang go (gang)
Money make the gang go
Gang, gang, gang
Do it for the gang tho
Do it for the fans tho
Gang, gang, gang
You gon' know my name, bro
You gon' know my name, bro
(MCR-T)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
(Fye, fye)
(Explosion)
