作词 : Quincy Lamont Williams/Dominque Jones/Dion Hayes/Aaron Butler
 作曲 : Quincy Lamont Williams/Dominque Jones/Dion Hayes/Aaron Butler
 You feel me? Ayy
 Seventy-five the whole way, we gon' break it down and sell it
 I got niggas eatin' trash, really waitin' on me to mail
 I got, ayy, I got pictures, I got bitches
 Send my youngin on a mission
 Oh, that's your cousin? He a witness (Rat)
 Should've told him mind his business
 Once he's on the floor we gon' send him to the ceiling
 Twenty-eight a bow, you can smell it when they seal it
 Since you niggas cappin', I'ma show you how to peel it
 Definition of wild nigga, I'm all in the crowd with it
 Reach for this chain, my nigga lettin' the crowd feel it
 We 'bout business
 Throw a couple in his mama, we ain't got feelings
 My nigga fightin' the feds but he is not finished (At all)
 I told him take 'em to the door
 We can't move 'em in the city, I'ma take 'em to the O
 Told my nigga ain't no favors, you can make them lil' pros
 Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
 We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
 The agent like the truck, we crack a nigga like a pint of lean
 Draco with the monkey nuts'll flip you like a trampoline
 Kidney full of Maybelline, Amiri drippin', a murder scene
 Used to cook up that Charlie Sheen, .223 like Alamine
 Lights out, white chalk, that stick sound like a track hawk
 Hah, hah, hah, hah, walk up and do face shots
 Bring the yellow tape out, mash on your tater
 I put mass all on beta, now I got bags on the equator
 Orange, purple Laker
 Five hundred comin', pray to God, hope it make it
 Just wrapped up five diamonds, hope it's gone, 'cause I'ma take it
 Mama tell me "Son, every day I hope you make it"
 Mama tell me "Son, every day I hope you make it"
 Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
 We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
 Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
 We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
 Ayy, where that money at? Pulled up where it's 'posed to be
 All these bags in the spot but ain't no groceries
 Ain't put no tints on none of my cars, opps, they know it's me
 I was raised up by my mom but ain't no ho in me
 Runnin' out the spot, tear the bush up, comin' down the street
 Grab the money, leave the weed, they find it, they can keep it
 Catch a body, you know the code, just keep that shit a secret
 Swear to God we'll wipe his nose, we ever catch him leaking
 They hit my right hand with that charge, it left my heart in pieces
 Flood my right hand with baguettes, I wear the flawless pieces
 In my bag, I'm talkin' to 'em, it's like I'm really preachin'
 'Bout to go and buy a church and make the bros the deacons
 Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
 We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'
 Doggy, all I see is red, but we is not Blood
 We ain't puttin' on your head, that is not us
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done got one
 Once my nigga shaved them dreads, he done dropped somethin'