[Intro]
E-energy made this one

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]

Four cars deep in them blocks trynna' wack something
N***a I ain't getting in that whip unless the straps coming
I could give a fuck if it was blood, I'd wack cousin
In the kitchen cooking *shhh*, got the *ah'* jumpin'
Cutty cuttin' up all through traffic coming back from it
You ain't even flipped nun' out that pack what you get back from em'? *Pssstt*
Please let me know, never in my life been the type that'll stress a hoe
Blicky on me, I'll punch yo' ass but we ain't wrestling tho'
My feign told me he ain't trynna' buy it but he'll test the dope
*Wooo*
This n***a siked out, hit a n***a block broad day it's a wipe out
When we postin' in jets, bro on the roof it's a snipe out
The blicky's that we totin' knocking power and life out (damn)
I'm just sayin' it could get icky, bitch when we fucking watch yo' lips ion' do hickies
Go nowhere without it, I rock and roll with my blicky
I even take a shit with it, it's on me when I sleep
Bro coming off the hip with it, he up it 'fore you blink
Them n***as at the store, goofy as fuck what did they think?
My bitch rockin' Dior, you won't catch her in no Pink
And I ain't pay for this one, shout out Nico for the beat
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
They like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
[Verse 2: Daboii]
*woohh*
It's my turny-urn
Bitch couldn't even get my dick hard, I pulled out earthy-worm
Bitch like when you seein' me again I'm like the thirty-third
You for the streets, I had to kick you to the curby-urb
Slap a bitch for mouthing my shit wrong, bitch learn the words
I'll curve a thousand bitches but won't curve them birds
And R.I.P. my n***a Tray we gettin' turnt for days
She like how you fucking me this long? I'm off a perky-erk
How the fuck you n***as killas'? Y'all ain't dropped shit
Better yet, not even that, who you shot bitch?
I'll pull up on that bitch you love, get my cock licked
Pulling overs up in court, bitch these priors bitch
He don't want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
You suckas' got a lot of balls, but do you got a roll?
Ain't gone be sitting on no toilet when I drop a load
When I'm sitting on you n***as I could drop it tho'
Thinking you gone take from me, boy what you sniffing on?
Yo' bitch gone always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
Bitch I'm a king
Im not no pawn, I told her kiss the thong
Please direct me to yo' hoe, just so I could shit up on her
I thought you would never lack, boy what you slippin' foe'?
I'm authentic with this shit
All original
Bitch I'm Daboii, I'm a billygoat
I'll never leave the heat like it was getting cold *woohh*
*ahhh*
[Verse 3: Daboii]

What's the deal?
Everybody got a pole, and every clip around me filled
Bitch I keep plastic, still will rock you with this steel
You gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
Boy thought that I was Cosby, I keep lies to the Bills
Rapping while you got on cleats, you is not in the field
Momma always told me have no thots in the crib
But she never ever told me, keep no Glock in that bitch
How yo' Fanta turning green? Pour some wok in that bitch
And you got her tatted on you, but my cock in that bitch
Ears hanging off my head, from the rocks in that bitch
Its *[?]* I got this shit on lock I'm a smith
I don't want benny's today, give me that roofie shit
My bro will up on anybody, don't care who he is
Get to dancing in the pussy on my groovy shit
You don't like who I be 'round, you n***as shoot me then
Bitch