34th Street, I was wanted (wanted) Where's the, where's the gas, gas? Roll it up, puff-puff, pass-pass Never too many, grab bags

I finessed the plug, I got extra drugs I thought you fucked with me, Gucci, where's the love? The more niggas you bring, the more heads we bust I suggest you niggas don't fuck with us If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I suggest that you

It's all good It's all right Fuck all day Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches Fuck all night East to the west coast, all my bitches I love my niggas, but where's my bitches? Love my niggas, but where's my bitches? And all night