The walk up

Rome , Bub , listen, my niggas, I'm in a lab right now with one of these niggas hoes, man, you told me everything we need to know, man. We got it

[Verse 1:Ty Farris]

Yeah I peep the schematics of they location

They in the spot playing dominoes with hoes

But we bought the lead a bone shaking

Here's a pair of ski masks y'all no faces gun to a grill is a universal known language

Working the bathroom behind the fake medicine cabinet

But be prepared these young niggas is carrying ratchets

Two minutes in and out, a clеan 211

I'm at the lab with one of their broads comе through the session

[Verse 2:Rome Streetz]

Say they work fire, but really, I think otherwise

I robbed them for their whole shit and split it with my other guys

Yeah it's regular We did this shit at hunid times

Sale after sale, nigga. Customers be loving mines

[Verse 3:Bub Rock]

And 'em other guys 14 bricks to a hundred pies

No matter how you cut it fuck it cool nigga

Get your son and 'em robbed look in their faces, I can't trust it

It fuck up the vibes

[Verse 4:Rome Streetz]

I catch 'em by surprise whatever these niggas is holding his mind

If it's blowing dope I'm taking everything and they shine off of their neck and wrist

It's the armed robbery specialist I living, with no regrets

I'm destined to flip

[Verse 5:Bub Rock]

And without a question it's lit proper etiquette

I don't think he got what he said he'd get

Same shit like a synonym clock shit gang shit

Stop it! this shit was engraved in the pavement

We had to do it

[Verse 6:Spoda]

Hate to see it with my niggas at the table

Breaking down a loaf in it to win it like we under oath

[Verse 7:Rim]

Yo, the homies caught the other loda take it to the flow by the gram

But We bagging the point eight without tearing the bag with no chill

[Verse 8:Spoda]

We trying to get it for real the product potent in the waist

Shit before the top start from the basement

[Verse 9:Rim]

That's why we in the days in chipping off the block like a mason and got the fiend there for the tasting

We got them lined up up like [DSS??] like on the first

We want every single cent in your purse

Getting moneys to give jail is the curse

We out here trying to grind for real hustle hard to listen to sell

[Verse 10: Rim]

Food stamps and dollar bills. We need the dollar in the lump

The fiends call me Hercules cause I cut him in clumps

Push the blanco with the black Hammer for rivals

Kanan plexus set for the grind mode

[Verse 11:Plex Diamonds]

Ayo, they gave me the work five and I had to sit up in the merch

I figured no matter how many baggy sold up on his turf

He gun tucked in summer when numbers come in to feed my earth

Team is perched for weed and worst niggas selling these keys to earn

[Verse 12: Eddie Kaine]

Couple custies waiting already  We gotta serve first

And hit the block I got the Glock, we gon' make it work

The young niggas got shit hot so police always lurk

But fuck that we gon' get it My pockets kind of flat

[Verse 13:Plex Diamonds]

Take his own clan, stay so ecstatic to see a back

Couple I was in the mountain and Dylan's I need a pack

Leave the trap free but let's happening when they see the crack dodging jumpers

And Mr. Hustle with another fiend came back

Something smell fishy then one flew up the block and they miss me. Imagine who was shooting the nigga who worked. We selling zip

[Verse 14:Eddie Kaine]

Shots, ricochet off the V

We got the duck and quickly had this feeling that shit that happened

So now I'm moving swiftly jump from behind the car shooting

See Plex riding with me

[Verse 15:Plex Diamonds]

Fire plenty niggas hit up Italian folk I got clippy mama hit me Drama tricky niggas know the commas

Made me something for my niggas all the split at the profit sentry