[Intro]
Don't know if it's real, in fact
They mix the love up with that
Guess that's a price to pay, you in it there
Feel like they wanna take me away, oh-oh, oh
Don't know if it's real, in fact
[Chorus: Polo G & G Herbo]
Better not cross that line, or scrimmage, he don't wanna see him
Hop out, show, he ridin' tented, lot of hundreds
You can't tell nothin', I survived the trenches, yeah
If it ain't 'bout money, then he mind his business, if he get lined, he finished
Uh, spin around again, you didn't complete the mission
Foenem trippin', totin' switchеs like they inventеd them bitches
Talking Ms, I can go, and touch ten of them bitches
So they gon' come, and get you, if it's been official
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Uh, if he dissed, then died, it ain't coincidental
Kill confirmed, when we slide, we tryna hit his mental
Run, and chase until he tired, then have my killers get you
Blowin' like a whistle every time you know this shit official
G-L-O-C-K, bitch that's my sponsor
Okay, this bitch, she so damn bad, won't use no condom
My killers pop out all block, like they're on Donda
Them blicks just make 'em fall flat, then we smoke Ganja
[Chorus: Polo G & G Herbo]
Better not cross that line, or scrimmage, he don't wanna see him
Hop out, show, he ridin' tented, lot of hundreds
You can't tell nothin', I survived the trenches, yeah
If it ain't 'bout money, then he mind his business, if he get lined, he finished
Uh, spin around again, you didn't complete the mission
Foenem trippin', totin' switches like they invented them bitches
Talking Ms, I can go, and touch ten of them bitches
So they gon' come, and get you, if it's been official
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Okay, okay, ridin', smoking stank, fly, gon' hit the bank
TRX truck, that bitch look like a tank
My neck always a hundred bucks, these bitches see me frank
That's fast, no bap, I'm up, no naps, got up
Was in the traps, I'm up, off raps
That strap stay on my lap, I up, and make it clap
I'on got no black, the Glock black, the Rolls black, we match
Okay
[Chorus: Polo G & G Herbo]
Better not cross that line, or scrimmage, he don't wanna see him
Hop out, show, he ridin' tented, lot of hundreds
You can't tell nothin', I survived the trenches, yeah
If it ain't 'bout money, then he mind his business, if he get lined, he finished
Uh, spin around again, you didn't complete the mission
Foenem trippin', totin' switches like they invented them bitches
Talking Ms, I can go, and touch ten of them bitches
So they gon' come, and get you, if it's been official
[Outro]
Movin' so damn fast, we never know, it's right ahead of us
Hard times never last, it's all 'bout gettin' up
Countin' cash, two hundred for a show, bitch I'm getting bucks
Forget the past, devil notice I weren't given up