[Intro]
DOPE
Dimes
Ounces
Pounds
Etc...
[Verse 1: Beno]
You would think my neck was sprung, all this ice up on my necklace
You can tell I'm getting money by the way that I be dressin'
As long as it's designer then I'm showing no discretion
Like I model for the gym, yeah ya boy is always flexin'
Got a badd b**h wit me and all we do is f**
But she a side chick, she just count my money up
And she a trap b**h, she be standin' in the kitchen
The reason why I love her cause a brother got them pigeons
I got that work up on the stove, tell them junkies come and get it
I'm a hood chef I make my livin' in the kitchen
And yeah my b**h badd like I met her in detention
Like I opened up a zoo my n***as bringin' in them pigeons
I got 36 O's of that soft pure white
Hundred round drum with that red dot sight
Every n***a that I'm wit throwing up the same thing
I like girls, my b**h like the same thing
[Hook: Neeko] x2
Okay now this the type of sh** that make the club jump
Dread shaking n***as in this b**h we make the club jump
Loud Team in this b**h we make the club jump
And if you disrespect the clique then you gone get jumped
[Verse 2: Rico]
My n***a it's nothin'
You scream and we bustin'
You talkin' that sh** and it's end of discussion
We fall in the club and we get this sh** jumpin
f** a 1-on-1 when we fight we all jump in
If I scream Loud Team then they comin'
If we take it outside then we dumpin'
n***as better start runnin'
Better duck dodge hide do somethin'
My n***as they wildin'
We all move in silence
You scream on the team and my n***as get violent
Mom I'm grown, f** being childish
My n***as pop off cause this b**h get too crowded
My n***as start wildin' if it get rowdy
Better hol' up, watch ya back
Cause my n***as dread heads in the middle of the club and they don't know how to act
[Hook]