(Hold it down, hold it down, hold it down)
(Got a [?], got a [?])
(Slim)
(Demigods, demigods, demigods)
(There's a, there's a, there's a, there's a god in you)
[Sideway Slim]
I'll hold it down for the motherfucking team
A devilish nigga that's infatuated by green
I'm creeping through your block looking for the middleman
Got a Glock in my hand and then fuck [?] I be
Hitting the licks, fucking bitches in the shower
Gotta move it quick, selling pounds by the hour
I got a siren and a motherfucking sweep
The money don't stop, so a nigga can't sleep
I'm on a creep in a middle with a knife
If you ain't 'bout that paper then you gotta catch a flight
The pussy ain't tight so [?] should be right, should be right
Fucking with the pimp like me and you gon' die by the night nigga
[Ramirez]
I'm 'bout my paper, I'm really 'bout my chips
Smoking on Cohiba, watch you sucking on my dick
I'm playing [?] my floss and my whip
Pure emotion [?] candy paint drip
I'm looking clean, but I'm sippin on my lean
Moving through the night, I'm plotting up on his green
I'm sitting in the dark, thinking up another scheme
Tryna get my fetti up, thinking about that cream, hold up
Gotta pay attention
[?] lame ass nigga be talking [?] discretion
[?] and life is a dream
Sideway Slim and Ramirez taking over this shit
[Sideway Slim]
[?] aiming for your necklace
Smoking dope for breakfast, blowing out my stresses
Pimpin and I'm glidin, [?]
Gold grill shinin' and my niggas ain't dying
[Ramirez]
Multiplying by the dozens
We stackin' the cheese, robbing the bank
We making the moves, ain't nobody fucking with my team
I'm fucking 'em hoes, blowing smoke up outta my nose
Ridin' slow, windows low
Disappear like a fucking ghost