[Intro: YN Jay]
Okay
( It’s a Wayne beat )
I’m mad as fuck
I ain’t gon’ lie
Okay
[?]
Ay, pour me up man, I ain’t gon’ lie

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
All I really want is Wock with the red
I just seen your n***a at the bottom, pick your mans up
Lil D growin- ahhh
Lil D, he be pouring green in a red cup
Matter fact his bitch won't leave, got me fed up
I just slid down on the opps in the red truck
I just hopped out and started running, seen the fed truck
I don’t- ahh, fuck
All I want is a motherfucking Benz truck
All I want is a mother- ahh, fuck

[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Take my rap money, buy bricks, and fuck- fuck-
Take my rap money, buy bricks
Take my rap money, buy bricks and kill, fuck the bread up
Balling not a crime killing n***as wake the feds up
I’m givin’ hoes a buncha let downs, a lotta stand ups
If you out here getting any type of money, put your hands up
(Green)
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Touch a dread on my head, get your motherfuckin’ head bust
White chick hit a line of - and got a head rush
When then shooters on your head, I s-, they-
When them shooters on your head, they ain't gon motherfucking let up
I just got a pint of Wockhardt and put the red up
I know a n***a f- uh
I know a n***a fell in love with a bitch and got set up

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
You might see a hunnid thousand dollars-
You might see a hunnid thousand dollars if you pick the mattress up, pick the bed up
Bitch give me too much neck, pick the head up
Ahhh, fuck
I just had to hit her like this, pick my leg up
Paid in full - like Cam'ron, put my leg up
Y'all ain’t see how I jus’ put my leg up
Like alright, ya'll gotta see this how I was- alright

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]
I almost ran into something, that's when she picked her head up
When I'm fucking her from the side, I always hold her leg up
You gotta see it, like when I li- when I lift the leg, like t- I get deep as fuck, I ain’t gon’ lie
Okay, I'm dealing with these hoes, coulda sold one
Not even talking bout the money, when it fold up
Smoking out a bowl of Jelly Co, n***a jokes up
Lil bro be knocking folks down, throwing folks up
[Verse 6: GrindHard E]
The weed you got stale like an old blunt
I’m currently in Miami, Florida smoking R- alright
I’m currently in Miami, Florida smoking bowl of Runtz
I was thinking about a body, my n***a owed me one
When I was fuck up at [?], n***as throwed me nothing
So I don't walk around thinking nobody owed me nothing
Selling straight drop, I think I sen- alright
Selling straight drop, I think I sense an OD coming
Hit the back window I think the police coming