[Verse: Yung Simmie]
No love in these streets so I show none
I just left my old bitch for a new one
I’m on my basic shit, and you hate this shit
I’m a dog, eat it up like it’s bacon bits
You put a molly in the drink tryna rape the bitch
My bitch bring me other bitches like ‘Choose a bitch’
I’m too legit, i’m looking for a crown that fit
And a pint of that lean so I can down that shit
I upgrade my bitch, never save a bitch
I make her give me all the money that you gave the bitch
I pull off in the whip with the limo tint
Simmie The Menace, don’t fuck with him
If you fuck with him, that’s bad luck for you
My hittas is lurking, merkin’, so what you gon do
I pull up, it’s closed curtain for you and your crew
I’m balling like Michael Jordan, my name on my shoe
You shooting but you ain’t scoring, I’m laughing at you
I came from the dirt, I got mud on my shoes
Spending money on drugs, but I pay my dues
Breaking the rules, I was that dude that hated going to school
I had to find my grind, made love to my pen, had shit on my mind
Now everything make ‘sense’, I ain’t dropping a dime
I got lyrical clips ready for wartime

[Verse: Rell]
Time to detonate, hit the kill switch
See me duckin’ everyday, a n***a hood rich
Freaky bitch up in my whip, im finna get her too
She get to biting on my lip, that pussy pink and blue
Money moves is all I know, when you stuck, glitch
I can give you the directions, no need a compass
Smoking fire full of fury, you won’t have a clue
When I get to bending corners like a rhombus
So run bitch, better sprint when I drum bitch
I’m too legit, and I eliminate any competit
Competition ain’t an issue, i’m the dominant
I need a piece of every plate like a condiment
Follow this imma prowl, creep in the night, see I move slow
Heel leach in my eye, draining my soul
Never sleep on the vibe, I touch goal
N***as green, geico, I-M-O
In my opinion, people want me to give em a break
I see the crooked in you n***as, you know that i’m straight
I hit the book, I leave the pencil, i’m feeling too safe
We totin’ missiles like the army, NWA
Fuck out the way, [?] something to say
From west to the bank, still I flip the pack
Never complaint, no I might hit you till the skrilla gon’ feel us
275 Ain’t no other gang