作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Coi Leray Collins
 作曲 : matthew crabtree/Adrian Rupke
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that nigga my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
**** that nigga one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Niggas know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

**** nigga, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
**** nigga, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, nigga you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
**** nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
**** nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up

Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that nigga my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
**** that nigga one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Niggas know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a bitch dead
Bitches be lackin', yeah, catch that bitch in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't **** with these opp ass bitches, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these mother****ers nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock .40

Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that nigga my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
**** that nigga one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Niggas know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)