Intro: Future & YG 
This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah) 
The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?) 
This shit breaking my heart (The gang) 
This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah) 
Mustard on the beat, ho

Chorus: Future 
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo 
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors 
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando 
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo 
Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ 
And we taking off, no delay 
No delay, we taking up the murder rate 
Everything from chinchos to parquet

Verse 1: Future 
Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax 
Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact 
Married to the game, cop new pink stones 
No new friends, cop five new phone 
Aston money, need to be the right one 
Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one 
Cop new drops, upper echelon 
Hustlers dream to live lavish 
In the middle of the night go to Saturn 
Two-tone Patek, go spazzing 
Ten brand new whips in traffic 
No evidence, no lacking 
Bentley routine, go re-up 
Fully loaded magazine when you see us 
It's a full time job tryna stay on point 
Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah

Chorus: Future
Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
And we taking off, no delay
No delay, we taking up the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

Verse 2: Future
Game chose me, I ain't choose this
Empty out the clip before you lose this
If your city on your back and your shoulder
You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
Vultures, they come with the territory
V12, your motor is mandatory
Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed
Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
This is not regular time, you gon' bleed
Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys
From the cook up to the tour bus
You see how far ambition took us
We bring all the hood niggas with us
They non-believers, we made 'em believe us
From my block to your block, they love homicides
Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah

Chorus: Future
Skinny jeans on me with extendo
Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ
And we're taking off, no delay
No delay, we're taking off the murder rate
Everything from chinchos to parquet

Outro: Future
Interstate 10
We risked it all to get it in
And we would risk it again
It's breaking my heart, with this currency throwin'
It's breaking my heart
It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me
It's tearing me apart
This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go
Don't know where to start