[Intro]
Oh
Spinal
Snappin up your back crackin just like some vinyl
Ring ring ring
Go ahead and press the dial
Can you really just like stop, please?

[Verse]
I got dough
I got dough
I got dough
I got flows
Pullin back my finger
And Imma let this thing blow very slow
Pullin out your mind
And reppin old cassetes
That you don't know
Don't fret
This might be your final breath, let go
Fee-feelin' like I got my backpack
Lookin where's your neck at?
Now I've got a knife to your throat
Where's your head at?
Rollin all up on the ground and
No one hears your stupid sounds
Really wanna go again
Well I can go another round
I'm packed up
Capped up
Strapped up
Boys be actin up
Well I guess I'm finna act up
Robbin stores
With some hoes
Maybe we should take some clothes
Off the charts
Want some more
Lemme see your deadly pose
Finna kick yo curb
Pulling out the stick rippin
I pull up with this chain
Layout your entire clique trippin
You don't know
How we roll
DCR with da flow
If we if we get some more
And then them highs with some lows