作词 : Anthony Mathis/Dion Hayes
 作曲 : Anthony Mathis/Dion Hayes
 Ayy, if you don't **** with us
 We don't **** with you, nigga (That's just what it is)
 And that's just what it is (A-ha)
 Straight up
 I don't mind killin', that's the blood in me (Real talk)
 And I been breakin' down bills since a lil' nigga (Come on)
 Just got off the phone right now, I know the shit been crazy (****)
 Told 'em, "Good lookin' on that rat, nigga, he shouldn't have made it"
 And I'ma keep it real, sometime I don't feel like it (At all)
 But I got a son, nigga, and I still write 'em
 Ask me why I'm talkin' shit like they investigatin'
 I know I wanna smoke but we might be the next to make it
 All these Percs on me nigga, got my phone ringin'
 *****es shakin' ass, niggas tuned in
 Gon' pop a watcher head, nigga, that's a dub pokin'
 Five trays full of ones got the club focused
 They love a nigga, from the *****es to the club owners
 We got alcohol, we got drugs on us
 Only trippin' off a *sniff* if a mutt on us
 I can't tell you shit but how the hood talk
 We got a draw for every problem, *****, that's wood talk
 I'm from the east, nigga, where ain't nothin' grew
 But I can still show your ***** how a hundred look
 And I can still show your ***** who you been runnin' wit'
 You niggas known for talkin', we known for runnin' shit
 You niggas into textin, we into runnin' *****es
 My youngin down in Texas know how to hunt a *****
 We got them drugs with us, talkin' a hundred strips
 I know they watchin' me, keep a Glock with me
 **** the law, bro, what? All that ain't stoppin' me
 I keep a couple 'round that go up-top for me
 Niggas gon' **** around, become an opp to me
 ***** the whole east say they rock with me
 Shout out to Ant Beast, it's time to lock the streets
 Dead before they signed or rich, you know I rock with Meech
 This is for your honor, free my brother Skeet
 This one for my mama, boy, I'm worth a hundred Gs
 Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred beans
 Shout out to the firm, I can move a hundred bowls
 *****, I'm on parole, still keep a hundred close
 Two hundred on the dash, I be on the go
 Put him on his ass, thought he had me on the ropes
 Mind clear for us, them our only copes
 *****es stare at us like we they only hope
 Beans in the Sprite, that's the only dope
 Beans get sent off, shit, that's all I know
 Ten milli Glocks, all I ****in' tote
 I'm waitin' on you, doggy, that's the only thing I wrote
 Finna sign out, hope they let man out
 If you don't think I'm totin', nigga, come and find out
 *****
 Lil Nigga
 Ant did the track