If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I'm ridin' with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up, nigga
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up

Uh, brodie came home, same ol' shit
Know I'm dead wrong, still front his ass a brick
Ayy, gave him ten bands, had to equip him with a switch
Stupid with the blick
I don't even know why I gave a nigga this shit
Now we right back in the shit
Goin' through it at home, but I don't even wanna date another bitch
Bust the AP two tone, either way a Day-Date on my wrist
We been thuggin' long, I know I'm dead wrong, I know you pissed
But tonight, bae, I can't make it home, I gotta bust my licks
Nigga play, I drop a bag, now that's another hit
Mmm, get some head, go take a bath, then switch another fit
Pops told me if you could make it out, then you could fuck the bitch
I been wakin' up, gotta bust my ass even though I'm rich
You know how it get, brodie caught a couple cases, but we all know how it went
Couple niggas died from the other way, I don't know who spinned
When I hit the D, Peezy pick me up 580 Benz, mm-mm-mm

If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I'm ridin' with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up (yeah)
Caught him outside (yeah) now he in a blunt (woo)
Ain't no fallin' off (Peezy, I got you, nigga)
I done put two million up, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up (let's go)

Look, play with me and mine (mine), then them switches comin' out (boom)
Ever go broke, then them dishes comin' out (haha)
Right hand to God on that Pyrex stand (stand)
Take the lid off the pot, get them paper towel ready (now)
Just 'cause you sold a brick or two (two), don't make you a trapper (nah)
Over twenty million sold (what?) and that don't make me a rapper (yeah)
Nigga screamin' real, whole life phoney (phoney)
He's a actor, either way your Al Pacino or you Tony (yeah)
Biden hit my line, said that I should meet with him (yeah)
Told him on his way out, he best be freein' Meech and 'nem (Meech)
Fifty at a time, guess I was a 50 Boy (Boy)
Hit 'em right back, I need another fifty boy
"Jizzle what it mean when they say, 'It's on da flo'?" (Flo')
If I gotta tell ya nigga, then I guess you'll never know (know)
Maybach Fenkell Ave, two-tone tinted up (tinted up)
Me and the boy Peezy 'bout to fuck the city up

If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I'm ridin' with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up (yeah)
Caught him outside now he in a blunt (yeah)
Ain't no fallin' off (Big 49, Big 49)
I done put two million up, nigga (crazy, man)
Ain't no fallin' off, I done put two million up

Yeah, Brodie came home (phew), right back spinnin'
Try to teach him how to rap, but niggas scared 'cause he a menace (ye)
Hundred thousand for the pendant (ye), tried to tell em' Izzy did it (ye)
Trappin' never was dead, them niggas scared, and I don't feel it (yeah)
Police kickin' down my door, they told me, "Freeze", but I ain't listen (nah)
I'm the one that keep my mouth shut, I'ma stick to my amendment (yeah)
When the last time you seen Unc', I told them bitches I ain't never see 'em (yeah)
I can feel all that lil' fuck shit in the air like Beanie Sigel (phew)
That's that shit that get you stepped on (yeah)
I been flexin' hard, I take care of fam' with the trap money (yeah)
Bad hoes boppin', look what money make a bitch do, 49 got it
These niggas sicker than the swine flu, I trick her 'til her mind gone (yeah)
Peezy, what it is? (Shit)
I think I been gettin' more money than 50 Boyz (yeah)
Pull up big Lamb' truck, it make a lot of noise (yeah)
She ain't tryin' leave 'cause I'ma buy her what she want
I ain't duckin' no smoke, nigga (pussy)

Haha, you got that whole thing? (Keep that just like that)
Let me hear that from the top

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Writer(s): Jalen Foster, Jay Wayne Jenkins, Philip Glen-Earl Peaks, Robert Thomas