| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down | 
| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down | 
| Bitch, don’t play with my family, I keep with my family | 
| Your ugly ass family, your great-great grandmama shoulda used Plan B | 
| We petty, we ghetto | 
| You touch it, you dead ho | 
| And that’s on my grandaddy’s grave | 
| I got my grandaddy’s name | 
| Set it off Big Daddy Kane | 
| Tell all my cousins who bustin' and shakin' to come out the crib | 
| Christmas is coming and I got the gift | 
| I got some money, I might buy a zip | 
| Back at the house where we used to play tips | 
| We was carpoolin' before they made Lyft | 
| Sit on my couch before they could say dibs | 
| Hot flamin’s, bitch you not playing with my chips | 
| I’m ready to die for my blood | 
| You could get turned to a blunt | 
| Keep acting crazy, you won’t | 
| Bitch I do all of my stunts | 
| I’m ready to die for my blood | 
| Ready to die by the love | 
| We do this type shit for fun | 
| Nigga what’s up? | 
| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down | 
| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down | 
| Mama, I got that bill paid | 
| Mama, I got that real estate | 
| Get a house built like Bill Gates | 
| Buy it back from the bank, more bang for your buck | 
| Big 079 where I still stay | 
| Slaughtered this shit for a gyro | 
| Crash Bandicoot and some Spyro | 
| Pull all the shit in my bio | 
| Food stamps, gotta link | 
| Real blood, got the ink | 
| Fuck what’s comin' out the sink | 
| I made a million like tink | 
| I’m jumpin' in, I won’t think | 
| I’m jumpin' in, I won’t sink | 
| You flippin' like pink, they softer than mink | 
| I’m ready to die for my blood | 
| You could get turned to a blunt | 
| Keep acting crazy, you won’t | 
| Bitch I do all of my stunts | 
| I’m ready to ride for my blood | 
| Ready to die for the love | 
| We do this type shit for fun | 
| Nigga, what’s up? | 
| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down | 
| My favorite cousin’s back in town | 
| We goin' out | 
| We don’t know where we’re goin' | 
| We goin' out | 
| And we took care of grandma, we held it down | 
| And we took care of mama, we held it down |