[Intro: Lounge Lo]
Uh-huh, huh! That's what's up
Aye M.O., what up boy?
Ya'll niggas still talking shit
Staten Island in this bitch, still O.T.F., niggas
Meth, U, up in this bitch... Lounge Mode up in this bitch
L.G. up in this bitch, Crunch Lo, Wigs, holla

[Lounge Lo]
Let's get it popping when we step in these streets, yo I'm hungry for money
Don't tell me nothing bout stepping to beef
I know you cats like testing the heat, I like the water
Only for bodies, and that's why I stress the beach
Park Hill's most popular knockalar, Lounge Mode Lo'll hit ya block
And throw a shot at ya topera
The crack word opera, sling twelves and fifty eights
Right by the sixty gates, in New York City state
My hood is live, my name is known
And the drugs speak for itself like ancient Rome
I'm an O.G. with age of chrome, tank top hustle a lot
I spaz out and spank yo dome, faggot
I heard you walk around fronting with them broken ratchets
It's my, my hood, my weed and my bad habits
Nigga, just play it man, yo, anybody seen my phone?
I gotta call my peoples

[Chorus: Lounge Lo w/ ad-libs]
L.O.B., L.O.B.
L.O.B., L.O.B.

[Lounge Lo]
Now I'm back with a couple of treats, struggle the streets
Stuck with the beef, hit a nigga, watch 'em lose a couple of teeth
And it's me and high tech the homey
Got some niggas out of town that'll wreck the homey
For now, I'm chilling, and ya'll can't break me out
Cuz it's a brand new game and I will take you out
And I'm, ready and willing, regardless of them three killings
I could care less how many dogs is at them three buildings
And how much money you make, if I want it, I get it
Come in your hood with two birds and flip at the skate
I want the mayors money, and if I want it like that
For transporting, then I gotta pay the honey
For the cocoa leaves, from over seas, she hit the city with
I told you, I hustle a lot, and get busy with
Damn, son, my battery going dead, son
But yo, follow suit with me, man

[Chorus w/ ad-libs]