[Chorus: Key Glock & Leon Haines]
Ayy, if I can't get you, ni**a, I'ma get your mans (Buh)
Yeah, hood rich ni**a, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Key Glock & Leon Haines]
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah) (I put the TV on)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns (I put the TV on)
Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks) (Switch the channels around)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (Switch the channel's around)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (I put the TV on)
Yeah, my racks too big (Phew) (I put the TV on)
Uh, I've been ballin' out, baby, I was born to win (Swish) (Switch the channel's around)
Yeah, and I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew) (But I can't keep my eye-)
Okay, yep, I remember when I had made my first ten (Phew) (I put the TV on)
They was hatin' on the kid, they still be hatin' on the kid (Yeah) (I put the TV on)
But fuck them little-ass boys, I pop big shit, I do it big (Pop) (Switch the channels around)
Yep, I be poppin' shit, got ni**as dead and in the pen' (Yeah) (Switch the channels around)
Yep, I used to ride a Huffy now I got all kind of shit (Skrrt) (I put the TV on)
All kind of bitches on my dick
Ayy, I don't trust these dog hoes, all these bitches sluts (Sluts) (I put the TV on)
She might look good on IG, but I swear that bitch ain't nothin' (Ain't shit) (Switch the channels around)
And if the beef ain't 'bout the money then that shit ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin') (I put the TV on)
'Cause I'm the type of ni**a that's gon' get that shit done (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Key Glock & Leon Haines]
If I can't get you, ni**a, I'ma get your mans (Grah)
Yeah, hood rich ni**a, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Yeah)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Yeah) (Switch the channel's around)
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah) (I put the TV on)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns (I put the TV on)
Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (On racks, yeah) (Switch the channel's around)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (But I can't keep my eye-)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck?) (I put the TV on)
[Verse 2: Key Glock & Leon Haines]
Yeah, chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (I put the TV on)
Chopper hit you, make you do the Charlie Brown, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Switch the channel's around)
Chopper hit you, turn your smile into a frown, zah, zah (Buh, buh, buh, buh) (Switch the channel's around)
Diamonds hit- ...
Yeah, I'm yo- ... proud (And I'm proud)
Yeah, I got them racks and them straps on me now (On me now)
Yeah, you say- ... goin' down (It's goin' down) (Switch the channel's around)
Yeah, you say it's up, well (What?), it's goin' down (Buh, buh, buh)
[Chorus & Outro: Key Glock]
Ayy, if I can't get you, ni**a, I'ma get your mans (I got 'em)
Yeah, hood rich ni**a, might spin the block up in the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Uh, yep, I'm from South Memphis, but it's like Afghanistan (Buh)
Yeah, I'm ten toes down, fuck around, get put in the ground (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just had a talk with fam', we still ain't fuckin' with you clowns
Nah, ni**a, I got racks on racks on racks, this shit keep pilin' (Racks)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (Yeah)
Yeah, if you ain't talking 'bout no racks on racks, then move around (The fuck?)
