[Hook: Sean Kingston & Lil Bibby]
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my n***as tote heat, they know us
Juggin', running from police, they know us
Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm still trapping out the bando
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm on a mission, got it stacked up
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my n***as totin heat, they know us
Young'n running from police, they know us
Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
So you know I get that money 6 ways
Get paid, young n***a, all I do is get paid
I know I be a thug way since I been in sixth grade
My mama works at Micky D's, she was getting slaved
She say stay up off the streets, if yo' a** can't take the heat
You better not run from none of that beef, you better not talk to no police
My homie caught a case, start preaching like he mace
And that OG Bobby Johnson, f** up out my face
He was selling big pounds, I was counting clean cash
f**ing all these bad b**hes, he ain't never had b**hes
They know I'm plugged in the streets, they know us
All my n***as talk heat, they know us
[Hook: Sean Kingston & Lil Bibby]
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my n***as talk heat, they know us
Young'n running from police, they know us
Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm still trapping out the bando
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm on a mission, got it stacked up
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my n***as talk heat, they know us
Young'n running from police, they know us
Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
No Limit MB run the east, they know us
Foe'nem lurking, tote heat, they gon' bust
This ain't a nine or a 45, nah this a Draco bruh
Just hit me the headline on your tour, still 100k on us
You f** n***as wanna k** me, I no hate, I be flexing
Cost me 20 for my trunks, 20 for my necklace
Some my n***as ain't seen 20, that might be his best wish
So if I put 'em up a 20, write your fam a d**h wish
Play with G Herbo, baretta spit
Growin' up I done did hella sh**
Shootouts etc. feel like a veteran
That's why I be sipping the medicine
Glock 23, that's a 40 with hollows
I keep it on me like a letterman
In the back of the town with the stick
They driving my wheel like the president, n***a