[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Damn
Fah fah
Fah fah fah fah fah, I think somebody dropped
Yeaah

[Verse: YN Jay & KrispyLife Kidd]
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped
And somebody called lil 911, I think some ca-
Yea-heh-heehhh, yeaaa, aw shit
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped
And somebody called 911, somebody called the cops
I let a hundred round drum off, think somebody shot
Tryna get another pint in, somebody call the doc’
This bitch pussy straight drop, I think it's called “Wok”
I caught dawg shop- I got the mall shot
Damn, I think my fiend told something, he's be acting weird
Unc, how you sell in the kitchen, you was stacking beers?
(Ahhhhhhh)
Bro scammed forty-thousand dollars from the cashier (Fuck, damn)
Stack two-point-one-five million, in the last yеar (Huh, hold on, huh, holy shit)
My unc’ going through withdrawals, this his last beer
My bitch texted me that shе pregnant, that's my last fear
‘Cause I'll pay for the abortion in a heartbeat
Bitch
Damn, where the fuck you been?
My white boy get car parts for the low, that's my hunky twin
You cannot rap with me or Jay, if you ain't touched a ten
Dawg cannot save from the [?], [?] ain't jumped you in
I just fucked a super bad bitch, then I fucked her twin
They looked just alike though
I get to beatin' on your fucking face like a punching bag
I just had to beat my fiend ass, with his junky ass
I just paid twenty five dollars, forgot to cut my grass
I ain'’t never used to go to school, was used to cut in class
Already knew it came right, had to cut the bag
Cops raided my one spot, had to flush the bag
N***a think his bitch never got fucked, she used to fuck in class
She ain’t never been no goody two shoes
Walking out Dior, I paid a lot for these moon boots
Start shooting in May, and it lasted in June too
Not June 2nd, like, June too
I just hit your bitch in July, and June too
I just fucked a n***a wife, and I was the groom too
Why the fuck you keep looking for something? Is you Blues Clues?
I got the old money, and I got the news blues
I mean, I got the new blues
Bitch lied, said she can't have babies, your tubes loose
Put the bitch out the B.N.B., I’m a rude dude
Bitch asked me, “Who the Coochie Man?” He a smooth dude
Bitch got some long feet, them some dude's shoes
Take the bitch to the store, to grab Russian Creams
I don't want no relationship, just fuck and leave
I heard- heh huh, hum, hum, hmm, huh heeh
Sha-hem, uh heh, ah eeh
Stabbed a n***a in the club, I just ripped your spleen
Told a bitch she can't touch me, I’m too fucking clean
I just stuffed ten grams of Dog in a lava lamp
N***a tellin' story in his rap, that's a lotta cap
Lil bro slid earlier, but he stoppin' back
He probably did stop the punch bunny, it don't stop the strap
I love lean from the moon, and Wock, and back
Bust the Draco in self defense, I'm walking back
I don't need a speech, Stuart Little, I can't talk to rats
When I step in the bitch crib, she offers snacks