[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)

[Verse 1]
Above the rim, I'm on some Birdie shit
Got a thirty in my clip, I'm on some Curry shit
He tried to play and he got murdered quick
Bitch, you ain't a grown man, you rock a 36
I make my own bands, they ain't throw me shit
I'll come and kill your mans, better hope we miss
I really got this shit on hand, ain't gotta show no pics
If you got it out the mud, n***a show your wrist
Bitch, these real VVS's, need no flash either
My whole team up that shit, we'll crash Bimmers
She ask me did I fuck that bitch? I caught amnesia
Can feel the tension in the air, I think I'm Beanie Sigel
I'll sit insidе your state and sell thesе beans single
I was textin' her, then I fucked, I don't even mingle
Them bales we put inside the air, they don't even jingle
Got a brand new t-shirt, it ain't even wrinkled
That's that work talk
So much drip, I caused a wave, that's that surf talk
Step on a brick, it bounced back, caught a curveball
Say he the hottest thing out, I never heard of y'all
I'll murder dawg, I ain't gotta make no calls
[Interlude]
'Cause I done seen some shit you wouldn't believe
We'd be rich if n***as wasn't so greedy
Yeah, straight out the mud, we be gettin' this cheese
You grind hard, shit ain't come that easy

[Verse 2]
Shit, I got it out the mud by myself, fuck what boy thought
Dark brown coupe and it's a foreign, look like soy sauce
Potato on the barrel, when I shoot, take the noise off
Two hundred every time I touch down, boy, that's lawyer talk
It's twenty plain jane, when it's bust, it's a forty ball
Stop pourin' petty drank, you got a pint, n***a, pour it all
We had wood cabinets in the crib, now the floors marble
Thirty thousand for a Gucci tracksuit, but I an't goin' joggin'

[Outro]
You hear that, nutso?
Boy here says he owes me
He owes me