[Intro: J1Hunnit]
(God bless the scammers)
(DODBH)
1Hunnit

[Verse 1: J1Hunnit & YSR Gramz]
Huh, I get clean dope, but I give the fiends soap
We buyin' back the block, they callin' me the hood hope
N***as older than I am callin' me they big bro
I ain't hit his BM yet, but I think I should, though
[?][0:23] like Ricky Steamboat
It ain't even cold outside, but I come Marni pea coat
Crossed the line, we popped his ass two times, that's a free throw
Feel like Future, I checked my DM and found a freak ho
Read the room, you n***as ain't that tough, you gotta peep, though
Run the 'partments program like thе Carter, I ain't Nino
Keep the doggy at my sister housе, I feel like Lilo
I got blues on me like Stitch and you lil' n***as piss poor (Yung Sak Runner)

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
All-black Glock in my hand, I got on black Forces
He ain't never sold shit, he be lyin' 'bout his rap story
I can't give a bitch my hard-earned money, I had to trap for it
Don't give a fuck if I bought it for the low, I'ma tax for it
He don't fuck with iPhones, he doin' scams off an Android
On the stage, n***a reach for my chain, I'ma slam boy (Shit)
You be givin' bitches all your money, you a ham, boy
This guy plastic, it don't look like it's real, but it's not no toy
I ain't showin' love on the shit unless you buy four
In the 'jects with my project babies, they be throwin' fours
Real n***a, told bro, "Whatever mines, then you know it's yours"
Racin' to the west, I got a play out in Pineshore
[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
Game Warden hunting rifle on me, I could snipe a boar
He shackin' with his moms, before he leave, he gotta do some shores
Gramz popped him in his apple and I seen the core
Cook the dope up Ocky way, I tell 'em, "Yeah, for sure"
I need a band for this pint, I'm finna pour some more
I think I get electrolytes from it like PediaSure
Word on the streets is you a cop, it's Wikipedia source
Threw some sugar cubes in my engine, I'm just feedin' the horses

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
A lot of these rap n***as like CB4
I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til that lil' n***a hit the floor
Shoot up they whole tour bus and stop they tour
They caught me with a couple P's on me, but I lied in court
Dropped a three in my pop, I forgot about the night before
Put a three-five in this Backwood, I'm on my high horse
Bro ridin' under the five, he a vice lord
I just ran out of exotic-ass weed, I gotta buy more