[Verse 1: Noah Caine]

This shit might not look familiar
We switched out the fake for the realer
Cause we know these streets got a code
That's cause we grew up round killers
Rock all white like a saint
Swerve lames through the paint
Real niggas what you ain't
Your dream date's running late
Show her the city she's riding with me
In the passenger seat with her feet on the dash
She's coming through and she's bringing her women
And all of them thick and they're smoking on gas
She's got a body to show like we're sinning in Vegas
Not worried 'bout taking it fast
I got my eyes on this money
Gon' hustle forever
I'm thinking 'bout making it last
I treat all my exes like ghosts
Need gold trophies, make a toast
This for y'all motherfuckers sleeping
I swear y'all promote me the most
If Half ain't the best that's a problem
You talk disrespect that's a problem
My bitches be faded and popping
Smoke more than White girls in college
I got the eye and ear
I make your hoe disappear
You niggas be stuck in the rear
She said the fire's over here
We working them phones every day
Them pick ups be keeping us straight
Your circle got room for the fakes
That's why you be dealing with snakes
Dollars get thrown when she fucks with that pole
Got my niggas in here and we came for a show
Again and again and again and again
Cause they know we the plug and they all in a row
I got that juice and my niggas is good
Up in all of them hoods that you won't even go
I say the word and she's stuck in the moment
She's doing some things that you don't even know
Might pull up and kill the whole party
If I get this 'fit off that's a body
My nigga it is what it is
And it ain't what you thought you was plotting
Once I go in there's no stopping
My shooters like Malone and Stockton
They got me like Pippen and Rodman
Bring gadgets they Gotham like Batman and Robin
Y'all just some internet niggas
Y'all just be stalking these bitches
She let me blow out her frame
Even when her man is still in the picture
I'm off that Henny and loud
That weak shit is never allowed
She been feeling a nigga
Since I walked on that stage and she's been in the crowd
Might give these niggas all my old hoes
See them bitches hating through my ojos
Flow so muy caliente
Counting young money with an old soul
Pour up let's do it again
Tell her bring more of her friends
We some super villains, I just want to kill it
Nigga fuck your feelings, 'til the end
Make no mistake I'mma get it however
These streets they don't love you, you're all on your own
They put that crack in the hood
Had your grand daddy tweaking
And now they want you on parole
All of my niggas are with it
Push them to they limit, they busting and taking your soul
She hold it down for a nigga for real
Got my foot on they neck and my eyes on the throne
If Half ain't the best that's a problem
Talk disrespect that's a problem
Fuck up a check when we mobbin'
Protect your neck if you got it
That money you want it go get it
I'm tryina triple them digits
Them demons be stalking a nigga
Them corners got robbers and killers