[Intro]
(Richard Mille)

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Still mergin', get a bird for ten, that's a real Birkin
Still purgin', learned to work my hand behind that steel curtain
Still surfin' on the dark web, made a big purchase
Still lurkin' in the shadows, tattle-talers still workin'
With the Bureau of Investigation, new V12 motor
In the driveway, fresh up out the gate, I was a deal-closer
Running through them 'icks, switchin' my plates, Tris in my cream soda
Python on my hip, watchin' for snakes, you know we bleed cobras
Kilo to Cubana, it ran me 'bout ten keys of coca
Picture me rollin', six-fifty backs of stock, cream and mocha
Narcs pulled up, reverse the Taurus; tapdancin' likе I'm Morris
Day in the life, a double cup full of Purplеsaurus
Got n***as tryna fly the hook 'fore they rehearse the chorus
Work imported, broke off a chunk for Uncle Curt to snort it
Parkin' foreigns all on the grass, don't need no park assistance
Every mornin', in my windshield wiper, it's a parking ticket
What else?

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]
Escalator style, my n***as foul
The most vile of men, money and violence
Many wives like I'm Solomon, salamander skin
N***as know the skinny, small towns, countin' pennies
Meet me at the Denny's, show me at the Shoney's
I'm only with the homies, synchronizin' Rollies
We havin' drinks out in Inkster, Easter Bunny pink sneakers
Linkin' pink toes, fat keisters
My gun black as Dr. Umar, I'm wide awoke
I break the bread, divide the loaf, provide the smoke
Tequila shots, Godiva notes
Scuba diving gear on the pier, drive the boat, designer soap
This live from the soapbox, the pulpit
Peep: two-twenty, in the Woolrich, the four-five
I came back on my bullshit with 227 and Richard Milli
The roof fit, this Willie from Gun Rue, movin' like Sun Tzu
Still gettin' it, doubled up on my one-two, know how I do
Yeah