Chorus (Yung Joc)   Serve them birds tote K's   Cheverolet's on top of blades   All of us got throw aways    Bustin' out the Escalade   Bustin' out the Escalade   Bust-bustin' out the Escalade   Bustin' out the Escalade   All of us got throw aways      Verse 1 (Yung Joc)   Whole lotta n****z got a lot to say   Save your breath or state your case   Speak your mind or be on your way   Ain't got time for the games you play   Every n***a in my squad got a strap   Grind hard to put the block on the map   If the city ain't sellin'   And the people ain't yellin'   I'm tellin' ya I'm goin' back hard in the trap   Hustlenomics all I know   Flip that money stack that doe   Think your funny slap that hoe   Take his money text that hoe   Yeah I said it I'll say it again   When I play it I play it to win   Choppa chop of all your limbs   Doc' it ain't no savin' him      Chorus (Yung Joc)      Verse 2 (Trae)   N****z mad but I'm here for the crown   All walk a** n****z betta lay the f*** down   Homie I'm the king when it come to these streets   You don't wanna go there n***a sit the f*** down   Fours get loaded everytime I come 'round   If I take you to the hood you will never get found   When I come out with the K   Everybody better pray   If I bust you can hear it from the other side of town   Get a few of these runnin' at you light fast   Dumb fly a** n****z get dropped to the land   Then I got a few goons on stand for a grand   I'm a a**hole sittin' with a nice set of hands   G for real I put the H on the map   Talk s*** b***h I'ma get a case on that   F*** rap I done put 'em in they place on that   I'm the certified truth goin' off on a track      Chorus (Yung Joc)      Verse 3 (Gorilla Zoe)   F***in' with a n***a like me get your whole head bust   Cock back I bust   I stay strapped cuz I love that rush   4 point slip when they push your guts n***a   Head on the pillow you in a coffin   Momma she cryin' your kids they orphans   Ain't no shells cuz n***a we found them   I'm the problem you can't solve him   Cook 'em chop 'em serve 'em shop 'em   We go broke my n***a we robbin'   Eat what we kill why you all play possum   Shop what you want my product's awesome   We stay strapped one five carbon   18 flat and ain't no bargains   Cut my work so we up'ed my margins   It's a drop so yeah I charge 'em      Chorus (Yung Joc)