[Intro]
From parts unknown
RBE SOB that's the gang bitch

[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n***as like I'm Waldo
And bitch we gone stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Ruthless
Yeah bitch, yeah I'm ruthless
And n***as talkin' crazy on the net, but don't do shit
Bro got the strap, wrong move he'll shoot ya
Big Glock, make that bitch spit like it's droolin'
N***as totin' poles, so they opps and they don't blast
If we see a opp, flip his whip bet he gon' crash
Test me like he dumb, bet he don't pass
Have him lookin' stupid, like he enterin' the wrong class
Tried a 9 to 5, said, “Fuck it” on the block wit' it
30 on them Glocks, we don't really do the stocks wit' it
Try and take my bitch, three strikes you will not hit it
Passin' all my hoes to the gang, I am not simpin'
SOB RBE bitch we fuller
We strapped wit' the heat, on the block we be coolin'
We hoop wit' them straps, wit' them Glocks we be shootin'
And I can't cuff a ho, 'cause these hoes I be using
[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n***as like I'm Waldo
And bitch I'ma stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n***as like I'm Waldo
And bitch I'ma stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Ho n***as, I cannot fuck wit' ho n***as
Callin' up my shooter, if you rockin' you can go wit' 'em
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not I don't know n***as
Heard n***as plottin', give a fuck got them poles wit' us
Masked up, Mike no Myers
We got big chops and they sing, no choir
SOB bitch, we the shit no diaper
Had 'em runnin' four flats, like four popped tires
N***as pickin' sides, if you switch n***a stay there
I'm Drake wit' the Glock, when I shoot n***a take care
Big rounds in that chop, this bitch break bears
My n***as really ridin', we don't really do the fake here
N***as sendin' threats, lil' n***a where you hangin' at?
SOB bitch, me and all my n***as bangin' that
My n***as all a hundred, we don't really do the change wit' that
They plottin' in the party, we ain't trippin' 'cause we came wit' straps
I-I stay wit' the juice, bitch I stay wit' some blues
If a n***a jump dumb, put his face on the news
If the bitch wanna fuck, then my gang comin' too
Like a one word response, we got K's wit' us too
[Chorus: DaBoii]
Aye, and I need all pros
And I'ma sip on this mud 'cause my dog gone
Tucked off on these n***as like I'm Waldo
And bitch we gone stay wit' the juice 'til it's all gone