[Hook 1: $wagg & Lil Jojo]
If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all
Yeah bitch we got them racks and you can have it all
If it's commas that's involved you can have it all
It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all
Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all
Bust some shots at an opp, watch his body fall
Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all
If you holdin' hit yo' pockets, bitch, I need it all

[Verse 1: $wagg]
Off the top how I do this shit, I know a lot of niggas hatin'
To me that shit all good
cause that's how we gon' get paid
I'm a beast up in these Trues, Who the fuck is you?
My niggas holdin' tools, Bob The Builder on these dudes
Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up
Pass 'em to my bitch, and she know what's up
She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick
Pass her to my mans, and I bet he hit
All my niggas reckless, tatted like some esses
Liquor in my cup, speedin' no express way
See the high way, yeah that's my way
Leave 'em dead In the drive way
Edai you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same
Told her I ain't no psychiatrist, bu-but I want that brain

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Jojo]
My niggas official, boy they bound to kill
Catch an opp, he gettin popped just like a pill
My niggas bout that life, so we keep the steel
It ain't no game in the field, boy this shit is real
Niggas snakes so you better watch who you trust
Same nigga you kick it with
same nigga will get you fucked up
But I ain't with that tricky shit
Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah that sticky shit
I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit
Took her to the crib and gave her ass that dope dick
She say Jojo eat me, I say no bitch
What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot bitch

[Hook 2: $wagg & Lil Mister]
If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all
It's Montana, boy, I got the 40 by my drawers
If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all
I'm in the field this shit for real, boy we don't play at all
Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all
Say hello, say hello to my lil' friend, bang!
Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all
Sending shots, sending shots, but we don't play at all

[Verse 3: Lil Mister]
Bitch it's montana, I'm finna leave 'em all
I got bandz all in my pockets, finna spend it all
I'm with some thots, they finna bop
we finna smash 'em all
Cashin' out on you thurns, finna hit the mall
Young Chop on the beat
now these fuck boys look really lost
I'm in my zone off the smoke, finna spazz on y'all
I'm dreaded up, I got some ink I'm finna shift on y'all
Never lackin', bitch we packin' gas on y'all
I'm goin' crazy in the booth, dawg
My niggas hard body, we don't play at all
We drillin' hard, but we don't fuck around
I fucked your bitch, and then she knocked me down

[Hook 3: $wagg & P. Rico]
If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all
Shawty droppin' drawers like she used the stall
If it's Commas that's Involved you can have it all
Yea we got that bag so we love to ball
Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all
Chopper make noise, then these niggas fall
Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all
Team No Lackin', 30 hit 'em all

[Verse 4: P. Rico]
Every fuckin' day boy we hit the mall
Yea I'm with my niggas, and my niggas dogs
We fall out, we pass out the way we ball
Shawty doing dicks, she ain't got no walls
Coolin' on the block and my niggas buss
Steady smokin' loud, smellin' like a skunk
Steady rollin' loud and them Swisher blunts
Yo' bitch, man she a chewer, she gon' chew me up
If we see an opp, then he better duck
And if I ain't got it, then he getting stomped
And then we hit the gas while he in the trunk
Team No Lackin', you get fired up