(Intro)
That sh** gon’ sound like the janitor comin’
Down the hallway
I got no keys tho
Aye, Script, yoyo!
(Hook)
We like foreign b**hes, we like foreign coupes
These n***as boring, they need to move
Nah go ‘head and let the b**hes choose
Ya know they read that we them f**ing dudes
We them dudes, we them dudes. we them dudes
Ya know they read that we them f**ing dudes
We them dudes, we them dudes. we them dudes
Nah go ‘head and let the b**hes choose
(Verse: Shy Glizzy)
b**hes, big Glizzy, I came with the choose
You can’t be round me if you ain’t gon’ shoot
Anywhere you go, you know we ain’t gon’ choose
Broke a** n***as, get yo a** some glue
I just luv sacks, spent bout ten racks
Movin’ so much weight, I got a six pack
Yo b**h on my lap, don’t wanna hit that
Glizzy gang liko, f** yo six shot
Ain’t neva been to Detroit
But I’m f**in’ hang out in Detroit
Their choppa seem like Lloyd (Raaaa Raaaa)
We them dudes, we them f**ing boys
(Hook)
(Verse 2: YFN Lucci)
I’m that dude, all these chose, Michael Drews
If it jammed then you through, I ain’t neva do none
We got pound, we got peel, we got j**els
We puttin’ race in ’em, toe it, make em benjies move
In my car, stashin’ out the lot, that’s a drop
I got fish scale droppin’ out the pot
That’s a lot, we don’t buy, we sell
Lotta clientele, bout my b**h Chanel
Have my b**h a share
All my n***as real, and if we get caught, n***a, we neva tell
Cold on the streets, n***a
You know it cold, it is cold, gotta keep heat
I’m a beast, n***a, yea yea yea
(Hook)