[Intro: BandGang Biggs]

Yeah

Come on now (Damn, Flaw, this what I've been prayin' for)

[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]

They like, "Biggs, ain't y'all niggas back scammin'?" ("Ain't y'all niggas back scammin'?")

I ain't speakin' on it, might have warrants outstanding

I got chops with the monkey nuts (Boy), give an opp a tummy tuck

Make him shit himself, they like, "That nigga got the bubble guts"

When you see me, all this ice I got on fifty-plus (I got on fifty-plus)

I thought I told you from the start, niggas can't fuck with us (They can't fuck with us)

Six Mile made me, fuck you, pay me

Them 7.62s'll have you shakin' like rabies

Brodie said he in the A, I'm on the next thing smokin'

Popped a couple perkies, I'm all on the plane rollin'

My life just like a movie, nigga, you ain't havin' motion

I just left the mall, now Louis V all on my clothing (Yeah)

Louis this, Louis that, that's my rich bitch (That's my rich bitch)

Gucci this, Gucci that, that's my rich bitch (That's my rich bitch)

The feds gave me three years on some bitch shit

But last year my son got everything he want for Christmas (Yeah)

I'm a heavy lean pourer (Bitch), big loud roller (Nigga)

My lil' brother EJ called me, say he opp smokin'

Chillin' in my condo, niggas tryna Pop Smoke him (Damn)

This shit is not a game, nigga, we are not jokin' (At all)

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs & BandGang Lonnie Bands]

You can keep that lil' twenty, it's a hundred on your head (Hundred on your head)

Runnin' to that bag, runnin', runnin' to that bag

Dropped some shells in his car and watch how quick the nigga crash

If I ever ran from you (Ayy), I was runnin' to a mag, nigga (I was runnin' to a mag)

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]

Fuck this rap, I pulled a billion out the meth lab

Ten states, ten days, got me with jet lag

There's ten Lonnies, ten Biggs, these rappers step-dad

Ten choppers, three blowers, this fin need backlash

Tell Travis Scott I'm the real Cactus Jack

Nigga, I really cop where the desert at

I wanna give a shoutout to my favorite wetback

Hit the ride East way harder than livin' a haystack

If I ruled the world, I'd free all the Shred

I would free all the opps, but most of them niggas dead

Take what come with this gangster shit, I know what I pledge

Mama, I know I ain't no killer, but they push me to the edge

[Chorus: BandGang Biggs]

You can keep that lil' twenty, it's a hundred on your head (Hundred on your head)

Runnin' to that bag, runnin', runnin' to that bag

Dropped some shells in his car and watch how quick the nigga crash

If I ever ran from you, I was runnin' to a mag, nigga (I was runnin' to a mag, nigga)