作曲 : Edwin Green

[Chorus]

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh

Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh

Niggas can't buy what they think, huh

Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh

I got my foot on the neck, huh

Won't put my on the brake, huh

Walk with this hood on my face, huh

[Verse]

I'm at the heart of the pit

I'm in the heart of the 6

I'm in the mall with a blick

Niggas'll call it a bliss

Yeah, I put the Prada with Rick, huh

Don't give a **** if it fit, huh

I don't care who you got pull with

Don't push your luck in this bitch, huh

I don't care who you got cool with

Shit might combust in this bitch, huh

Coppers might bust in this bitch, huh

Shoppers might bust in this bitch, yah

Might wanna duck in this bitch, yah

I don't see nothin' but sticks, yah

It's not one puck in this bitch, yah

It's not one **** I can give, yah

Don't care what planet this, uh

I just abducted this bitch, yah

Might wanna jump from this ship, yah

Might not wanna **** with the big dog

I got my piece and it fit, cocked

I keep a piece like a jigsaw

I ride around with a Gen5

I call her Jen, like her lip, jaw

I just reminded the VIP, yuh

I left my mind in the VIP, yuh

I lost my mind in this bitch, yah

[Chorus]

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh

Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh

Niggas can't buy what they think, huh

Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh

I got my foot on the neck, huh

Won't put my on the brake, huh

Walk with this hood on my face, huh

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh

Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh

Niggas can't buy what they think, huh

Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh

I got my foot on the neck, huh

Won't put my on the brake, huh

Walk with this hood on my face, huh

[Bridge]

Twenty-five bands in a day, huh

Niggas ain't 'bout what they say, huh

Niggas can't buy what they think, huh

Hol' on, my bitch on the way, huh

I got my foot on the neck, huh

Won't put my on the brake, huh

Walk with this hood on my face, huh

[Outro]

Wopo

What's up?

What up, bro? Ayy

Hey, Von, roll up some

Ayy, Cam, roll up

Nigga, I don't smoke, the ****?

Y'all ain't need to get mad, y'all ain't hot no more

Y'all ain't got no more weed

No more weed?

What? Boy, you sound crazy as hell

If we ain't got no more weed, then you already know who we gotta go see then, right?

Crazy? (Oh no)

Look, I'm sorry, the East side can wait

You goin' over this?