[Verse 1: Chessie B] I'm that one with the buds I'm the one with the homies that be having fun I'm the kid on the back street With the fat heat, finna better run like athletes I'm that kid, I'm that kid My college fund account got five figures I'm that kid on the block Police pull up, I'm tryna stash the clock Uh, you that kid on the low-low You're the one, you're the one that be talkin' to the ghost hoes I see a Porsche sittin' on Forgi's Yall can't afford these The Panamera sittin' on the 9-11 I call my homies not 9-11 I'm the kid with the juice But I'll never screw my friends over like Pac did [Hook: Chessie B] b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? b**h, who do you love? [Verse 2: dogo7] I got a friend named Chessie B His girl the Land of Bogga and now you know the deal We turnt up on the TV late night That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight OVO crew, man, thought I told you If you a player in the game , this should hold you And man shout my bro Da Jett he just rolled through Eatin' crab out in Malibu with no boo A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game Until these women get the notion that they runnin' the game They got money that they jumpin' in the school to make Hit the throttle, took a flight to the golden state I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight Had to leave my people, homie got an open case But I'm big on the west like I'm big in the south So we gon' pay some people off, we gon' figure it out And my name too big, and my gang too big Snazzy Llama, dogo7, Chessie B too big Imma crush that up even if it ain't too big I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big [Hook: dogo7]