[Chorus: RJ Payne]
Ahh, I'ma hit you with the Bombay
Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye
Fuckin' with my n***as, you the entrée
Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame

[Verse 1: RJ Payne]
See, I ain't even snap yet
Caught a million off of PayPal, that's a rap check
Fact check, clocked in, I ain't leave the trap yet
Whip a gram, tell Instagram I need a black check
Woo, I graduated to great
One hand on the Lincoln, navigated the hate
Diss me? What you thinkin'? Rappers made a mistake
Want the stairway to heaven? This ladder safer to take (ahh)
I let the Uzi bubble, that's my new rebuttal
Bitch, I'm in my bag, yeah, the Louis duffel
Rollin' Blueberry Kush, blowin' Fruity Pebbles
The dog fly, pit bull with the Gucci muzzle (ahh)
Know the vibes, n***a, know the vibes
Hands up, hold 'em high, n***a, hold 'em high
Shotgun to your back, baby, no reply
I been choppin' bricks in the trap, word to Cobra Kai
Payne

[Chorus]
I'ma hit you with the Bombay
Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye
Fuckin' with my n***as, you the entrée
Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame
[Verse 2: Sunnie Blac]
We gon' fuck the city up, ridin' like giddy-up
Shit we spit notorious, gon' wake Biggie up
Bitch, I'm a bad boy, you better hit Diddy up
Ride like them Outlawz, I'm talkin' when we hit em up
Watch how I switch it up, like a n***a lane-changin'
In and out of shit, tryna get it 'cause I ain't waitin'
I'ma grab some work, break it down like a fraction
It's crazy how I'm gettin' addition just from subtraction
Yeah, I'm tryna max it, and I ain't talkin' Nissan
Watch how this pistol go and talk like it's [?]
Yeah, these n***as lame, and they actin' like felines
Come into that sect, I get to rushin' like a D line
I'ma fuck your bitch and I'm gon' treat her like she lame
You can't get mad, gotta charge it to the game
Threw some shots and I missed, charge it to my aim
Next time, I split his wig, I'ma charge it to his frame

[Chorus]
I'ma hit you with the Bombay
Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye
Fuckin' with my n***as, you the entrée
Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame

[Verse 3: RJ Payne]
Check, ahh
I'm at your doorstep, war vet
Four hammers singin' at the same time, quartet
The bully back, bitch I'm fully strapped like a corset
Third-degree, give you 33 like I'm Dorsett
Jeah, absolutely, I'm the man
Ratchets comin' out the shirt, like I'm Boosie on the 'gram
Coupe or the sedan, somethin' goofy in my hand
Three Ks, n***a could've got recruited by the klan, ahh
[Verse 4: Sunnie Blac]
Movin' through the trenches, tryna get it off that whip
Lookin' softer than a Pamper when he see I got some shit
The fellas I roll with? Yeah, I'll tell you later, jit
Judge sentence you to death when I'm spittin', when I'm shittin'
All paper, plus I'm movin' with it
Frontin' like a postman
Bullets, they gon' hit him in his neck like a chokeslam
I been on the block for a minute, I'm the dopeman
My service is drugs, tryna get it off this coke plan
Chea

[Chorus]
I'ma hit you with the Bombay
Cup full of liquor like I'm Kanye
Fuckin' with my n***as, you the entrée
Polka-dot you with the blicka, now you Kwame

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