I hit on my all
Call it Game of Thrones
Cycle it, it's my heart
But I ain't never met your heart
Until the Nicks was gone
By then I'll have my zone
Change was on my call
With a pocket full of stone

Fuck these niggas, I'm about this paper
Fuck these hoes, gonna catch you later
Try to come up like an escalator
Need to flow up, need an detonator
100 victims, just money and bitches
Load them bottles with foreign inscriptions
The baddest women don't need them niggas
We hating niggas, though we ain't no witness
Call it quick, we about that business
Og Swag, that's ...
Hopped up the words, had to go and get it
Look around, my scene not in it
Popping bottles with bad bitches
Between living like that nigga
Corks pop, the resort spots
From this crack rock
We toast the scrillah
The G code is a lost art
But I'm living life in the past, so
Move, nigga with a cold heart
It's definite, so let 'em know
(The G code is a lost art
But I'm living life in the past, so
Move, nigga with a cold heart
It's Ducky Smallz and T-Anno, nigga!)

[Hook]

It's time to let the motherfucking know
It's time to let these niggas fucking know
It's time to let these bitches fucking know
It's time to let a motherfucker know