[Intro]
Fuck it i'm goin' straight that

[Young M.A. Verse]
So much water on my neck, it's like I'm detoxin
Two drums and two sticks I'm beat boxin (Grr, Hey)
I wish he would, we gon' treat top him
I just blew out 50 out the safe I had to restock
Fuck a grammy I got the street watching
And for my bro I wear that red until I'm dead
I know that he watching
Left my ex bitch cause she toxic
Got this new bitch now we toxic
Can't cap, I'll be toxic
Told 'em pussy n***as keep watching
Always got the .40 on me with the beam
And plus I keep options
Ready to get it started
Vv's on my chest, now I'm cold hearted
Diamonds go retarded
Living in big houses from apartments, bitch i made it out
My money and my loyalty, two things I’ll nеver play about
My opposition tryna take me out
And I'm fuckеd up in the head
And they gon make me bring my brazy out
Fuck what you thought, ain't shit to think about
Twenty pack get 'em wacked
Tell my hitter "Fuck it, lay em out"
We gon' ball regardless, twenty bottles in my section
Look like alcoholics, free my blood murder gang
I hope you beat them charges, I be on that private plane
Champagne when we departed, OG and [?]
So much body on this bitch can't even [?]
Ion never rep my jewerly and if I were bitch I bought it (Faxx)
That's cause I could afford it
I've been fucking up these rap beefs, so long is getting boring
They like "M.A. how you been?" can't even call
I just handle business, mama been [?]
Prolly counting racks out, my stacks look like mackbooks
Them money turn me on, it's just some how that cash look
Bad bitch she need her ass whopped
She a pretty lil dicky, ay but how that bag look
You look good but if you're broke then that's a bad look
Turn around let me get that lash a look
Get out of here
Fuck outta here

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Thuggin' in my Reeboks, ridin' with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
In Miami with my motherfuckin' heat out
With another n***a bitch, said she got her feet out
I walked in the party, I'm on my big goon shit
Ready to get it started, bitch, I got no sense
Oh, he the plug, ridin' 'round with four bricks
Call me Kobe, twenty-four on me
Can't fuck wit' her no more, that lil' bitch, she do the most
I get my groove on every time I see them folks
I got the antidote, I'm thinking that's something you need to know
I'm smooth and I'm cold, she know my wrist on froze
Skinny jeans on with a big bankroll
She playin' my song, I got her takin' off her thong
I'm tryna get it on, she feeling all over my Peter bone
Two rights don't make a wrong, it just go on and on
I'm kickin' shit like Jackie Chan 'til they got my kicks on
I aim, I hit my target, I'ma up this bitch regardless

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Bur— Bur— Burn away a carbon beam, knock your legs off
Tried to get away from me, had a standoff
Hit him in the spine, knock his dreads off
My woadie just caught a body, I nicknamed him Randy Moss
Th— Th— Thuggin' in my Reeboks, riding with a G-SHOCK
Shh, I heard he shot, Draco make 'em beat box
OG made that sharp turn, woadie spot 'em, peeled the car
Had a mask on, Draco make 'em beat box