a got little batch staring homies wearing wrong colors let my dogs of they chains boy just them collars. we be rocking like ballers keep my batch on shock collars like get on the ground just them pigs like 15 callers (Verse 1) Got a little batch, yeah, we movin' in the night, Staring at my homies, but they ain't lookin' right, Wearing wrong clothes, man, they lost in the hype, I’m in designer threads, while they stuck in a fight. Pull up to the scene, flexin' hard with the crew, Countin' all these blessings, but they still feelin' blue, Told 'em step it up, but they stuck in the past, Gotta show 'em love, but I’m movin' too fast. (Verse 2) Whippin' in the foreign, yeah, you know how it go, They tryna catch a vibe, but they can’t find the flow, Used to run the block, now we run the whole show, Life's a chess game, but they playin' checkers though. Stayin' in my lane, while they driftin' off track, Homies wearin' fake, man, I’m keepin' it fact, Ain't no time for fakin', we just stackin' this cheese, Real ones by my side, and we do it with ease.