[Intro]
Yeah, yuh, yeah, uh
Yeah, yuh, yeah, uh-uh, yeah
One, one, check, check, check

[Verse 1]
Yeah
And they came weepin' to their father in the Evening
False blood on his shirt
Game is the game, keep your rivals alert
Admiration be the true heart crusher
Type of shit that leave your brother fucked like King Tut's mother
I done reaped rewards for makin' a heart flutter
Goyard hit the summer like B. Roy beatin' the buzzer
Trapped inside the bunker with nothin' left on my jumper
Prowlin' for a rack in the gutter, Kraven the Hunter
Dodgin' zealotry, life of the revelry
Shatterin' opps
They tryna piece 'em back together, Jackie Kennedy
You can smell the hate in the function, stench of the enmity
I'm gettin' on they nerves like leprosy
All I know is actions don't match they lyrics
And that n***as words never seem to match they spirit
Why the fuck would I cater to the mind of a critic?
They not the reason why the Number (N)ine Piece stay fitted
Fuck n***as, look
[Chorus]
I roll with the killers that be packin' it up, wrapped in a blunt
Catch you lackin' and they laugh when you run, taxin' a ton
N***as comin' with the ratchetest guns, black as the sun
Fuckin' with them boys, we really the ones
Now, who wanna leave with Goyard tonight? (Yeah)
Heard you want a n***a that could treat you right (Yeah)
Well, that all depends, do you fuck first night? (Nah)
Kick her ass out if she ain't that type (Fuck you mean?)

[Verse 2]
Won't you keep still? Tryna hit you, boul, you bitchin', boul
Where the fuck them clips at, boul?
Listen, boul, ain't that your mistress, boul?
You be chasin' her, then she hit me, and I hit ignore
You clique's a bore
You know who your bitch adore, your mans endorse
All that we livin' for, a inch or more
N***a, we gon' take the mile
I hit the spots that'll make her smile
Won't you holla at a Rucker Park baller? Shot caller
You the baddest in the game, be my seed like I'm Steve Harvey
Dream big, but achieve larger
Regardless, I gotta be excused when the M's callin'
Where you be when your mans fallin'?
City callin'? Block stallin'?
N***as spun the block lookin' for you, that's payback for the fake tithes
If they don't get you, it's your mother they'll identify (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I roll with the killers that be packin' it up, wrapped in a blunt
Catch you lackin' and they laugh when you run, taxin' a ton
N***as comin' with the ratchetest guns, black as the sun
Fuckin' with them boys, we really the ones
Now, who wanna leave with Goyard tonight? (Yeah)
Heard you want a n***a that could treat you right (Yeah)
Well, that all depends, do you fuck first night? (Nah)
Kick her ass out if she ain't that type (Fuck you mean?)
I roll with the killers that be packin' it up, wrapped in a blunt
Catch you lackin' and they laugh when you run, taxin' a ton
N***as comin' with the ratchetest guns, black as the sun
Fuckin' with them boys, we really the ones
Now, who wanna leave with Goyard tonight? (Yeah)
Heard you want a n***a that could treat you right (Yeah)
Well, that all depends, do you fuck first night? (Nah)
Kick her ass out if she ain't that type (Fuck you mean?)

[Outro]
Now, let me ask you guys a couple of questions
Do you cuss on your records?
Yeah
Do you defile women with your lyrics?
Yeah (Mm-hm)
Do you—, uh… fondle your genitalia on stage?
Yeah, whenever possible, mm
Do you, uh, glorify violence or advocate the use of guns as a way of solvin' civil disputes?
*Guns click*
Okay, final question
Do you guys respect anything at all?
Not a goddamn thing
You got a deal, welcome to the family