[Intro]
(Tre made the motherfucking beat-beat-beat go, n***a)

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
I don't fuck with n***as like a redneck
Catch an opp slippin', flip his wig like a Tech Deck
This funk shit, I bring it to your door like FedEx
And talkin' dumb'll get your ass popped like a Xanax
Big forty, that'll knock a n***a soul out him
If I'm on my ass then for sure I know my bros got me
Knock a n***a down, if they ask, I don't know 'bout it
These Balenciagas, lil n***a, these ain't Foamposites
Fifty on the chop, yeah, I gave that bitch a tune-up
You better keep your boo tucked before you get your boo fucked
Slide on an opp and give one fuck, two fucks
Glock 23, clip hangin' like two nuts
And we bust first, n***a we don't bust back
Tone with the shred will lay you down like where them bucks at?
Four shots to the dome, two where his lungs at
40 hold ten? What the fuck? Where that drum at?
Hatin' on you bum hoes like Cascade
You broke n***as young money like Mack Maine
Rich shit, Gucci box for the ashtray
My shooter keep a stick and with the shit like his ass stank
Get around they bros, n***as want to act tough now
See me gettin' cheese and these bitches wanna fuck now
Arm start crampin', n***as had to put the pump down
Size ten Timb boot, n***as gettin' stomped out bitch
White buffs on, bitch, these Cartiers
All these bands a n***a get, I wouldn't call it fair
Stay out my closet, lil n***a might get lost in there
And this chopper turn your whip into a rocking chair
Young n***a with these bands, got the streets talkin'
Diamonds on my neck dancin', C walkin'
Chopper make a n***a bounce, call that leap froggin'
Bitch, I'm a dog and to these hoes I'ma keep doggin'
[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
And she know I'm on, let my n***as bone, yeah yeah
I would never cuff at all, we could never fuck with y'all, yeah yeah
Bitch I got the juice like Hi-C
Dark tints on my face, don't eye me
She give all head like an ID
Beat a n***a ass like I'm Ali
I don't fuck with these n***as, you know that
Slimmy got that chop, he gon' blow that
Wish a n***a would, bet he won't
Like a bad bitch with must, n***as don't want the funk
Send ten shots through a n***a whip like a car lot
One shot, hit a n***a chest, make his heart stop
Hate a used bitch like a whip from a car lot
Don't trust these n***as that'll turn like a doorknob
Got money on my mind now, a n***a don't waste time baby
I'ma get it out the way
I know these n***as ain't tough
I done really had enough shoeboxes I don't fuck with the bank
Nah, n***a, I'll never hesitate, I'll never turn fake
I'll never shake a fuck n***a's hand, I'll never, I'll never
Say she wanna boss n***a
I'll never fuck with a broke bitch that ain't got no cheddar

[Verse 3: Drakeo the Ruler]
I could never be you, everything's with a tool
These Margiela my shoes, that's a GLE coupe
Yes I bust down my jewels, almost flunked out of school
What's engraved on my dash, ain't no way I'ma lose
All eight up in the Fanta, what the fuck is a deuce?
We with all eye busters, I Am Mr. Mosely 2
Don't test the gang right now, we ain't got nothin' to lose
Why these n***a always tellin'? Why you lyin' about a felony?
Know these n***as all jokesters, know they friends with Bill Bellamy
I'm all about my green, broccoli, and my celery
They hate how I do this, I'm a nuisance, the Ruler
Passin' cash out, I'm Mr. Big Bank Budda
Uchie uchie, you know I get those
Bald head Caillous fallin' all on my denim
In the county you get pulled like a wisdom tooth, it's the truth
The violence that'll get at you, my guidance what I spill at you, ugh