[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Enrgy made this one)
Mm, baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a—, alright
Lift 'em all, n***a, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: RMC Mike, Babyfxce E, YSR Gramz & KrispyLife Kidd]
Baby K left him hangin' out the whip like he a thot bitch
Oh, you got Drac'? Let me test it, this a pop quiz
I can call the judge today, bitch, I'm locked in
Just got some pop in, I gotta keep it out my pop's hands
I'm a chill n***a, but I hang with all hotheads
You only paid a hundred for that line, bro, your pop thin
I wasn't in the beef, but fuck it, let me hop in
I ain't been to Jumu'ah in a minute, but me and my akhs locked in

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, count a million up alone, I ain't got friends
I pour an eight up in a twenty-ounce, now the pop thin
Bitch, I was sellin' 'bows of kush when they copped regs
Just threw a hundred thousand up in Truth, that's a drop Benz

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Ever since I linked with IUR, we been locked in
Adida' Gucci joggin' 'fit on off the Top Tens
Caught an opp thinkin' with his dick, left him boxed in
Okay, we went shot for shot, but he did not win
Chop puttin' n***as in the box, call it the undertaker
Ever since I hopped into the booth, I made a bunch of paper
Fuck a bitch, made her get on top, I'm finna undertake her
Bitch was kinda cute, but her pussy had an onion flavor
[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Kel-Tec a mummy maker
You the type to fuck the pussy and get the money later
Put all my money up in rap and got the bungees later
In three months, I got it all back, it was a bunch of paper
And now I got a bunch of haters
Ain't had to turn her up, she was turnt before I got her
Your money at the crib, bro, I can pull it out my pocket
Just snatched a n***a Charger like I took it out the socket
I ain't arguin' with no ho, I ain' trippin', bitch, you got it

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
I'ma shoot you in your face if you reach up in my pocket
Ten 'bows in this crib, pick your 'za, I got options
N***as actin' tough, what's a goon to a goblin?
Lil' bro keep his ski mask on, he a robber
John want two Ps, I'll be there in an hour
This is dirty-ass blick, it need a shower
Like I played on that one show, I got power
I know some young n***as gettin' money out in Broward

[Verse 6: Icewear Vezzo]
Switchy on that bitch, shoot a thousand by the hour
Two million all in slips, gotta count it by the thousands (Bitch)
Water on my wrist, my Rollie, it's a shower (Uh)
Ran me up some shit with lil' brodie off the powder (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, all my ice hit (What up?)
Type of n***a hit the lean and drink the pint with 'em (Oh)
A hundred shots back to back, ain't no fight in 'em (Ah)
Dog strong, I'll hit the tan 'til it's lightskinned (Yeah)
Fuck this n***as talkin' 'bout? Know who they talkin' to
If he tell, then he dead, that's how bosses move
Leave his dreads in his hands when that [?] shoot (Pow, pow)
Drop Benz, scrapin' up the rims, I had to park the coupe
[Verse 7: KrispyLife Kidd]
I was tryna hit 'em, but I was too far to shoot
You pussy, caught me lackin', but you ain't had no heart to shoot
Ayy, Vez, I'm finna stretch this Quagen, watch how I work the deuce
Chop hit the middle of his 'Vette, watch how I park the coupe
I'm plugged everywhere I go like an aux cord
On top of the opps' crib, on the roof, I'm doin' parkour
A bunch of rookie-ass n***as, I'm playin' the game on hardcore
My bitch Italian, I'm all in her pussy screamin', "Bonjour"