[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From the bowels of the gutter, child and his mother
Myself and marijuana to greet you is an honor
Sneakers crossed the thigh, I do these in the summer
Can't fuck with house niggas, bitch I been a runner
Forces on the coupes, smokin' on the Snoop
My bitch enrolled in F.A.M., then she bust a U
All I talk is yay', fuck you and that GPA
Forgiatos on this shit and people wanna confiscate
Rest in peace my nigga Raymond, I'mma still make you famous
Every bottle that I pop, I know them pussy niggas hate it
Me against the world, it's hard to sleep when you the hottest
My new bitch, she be the thickest, she never outta pocket
Alias Petite Felipe, that's when I'm out in Caans
When in KOD, my bitches only call me Bandz
Bandz, ya frat boy got the Benz
And we them niggas stuntin' every chance

[Hook]
Order us a round, order us some more befo'
Dollas hit the ground, we be throwin' up some mo'
Sprite with the syrup got me movin' hella slow
If these niggas didn't know, I'mma hide to let 'em know
It's just us, nigga, aw yeah, it's just us, nigga
It's just us, nigga, aw yeah, it's just us, nigga
It's just us, nigga
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