[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Mhm, mhm

[Verse 1: Don Perrion]
You want a feat' from me, you gotta pay me top dollar
Bitch, I'm from the East, we had topside problems
I been rappin' since Killa Kellz was actin' like Reed Dolla
My dog shake shit, don't make me send my Rottweilers
Shout out to ma dukes, Raising Kanan like Power
I know some shooters that could finish like Crowder
N***as can't come around the gang if they sour
You say you know everything, you probably wearin' a wire
I done really slid on the opps on bad tires
I done really had to work the glizzy like some pliers
Free my baby Quay and Kemo, them n***as lifers
I don't ever like to waste time, shit priceless
Cuz really rocked Rolling Loud talkin' spicy
Bitch, we done made a touchdown like the old Gotti
I'm a real Michigan boy, I ain't Lil Yachty
I'm a real Michigan boy, I ain't Lil Yachty

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
Bad bitch skinny as hell, she got a lil' body
N***a, you don't never really stress, you got lil' problems
Put my young n***as on your head, them my lil' goblins
Wish a n***a would, bet you won't— yeah
Wish a n***a would, but you won't, you gon' would not it
7.62s go through trees, can't no wood stop it
Big-ass capacity Backwood, ain't no 'Wood stoppin'
N***a broke as hell in the club, he got lil' pockets
Big gun, let it blast off, this my lil' rocket
Bad bitch give me good head, she got lil' toppy
Bad bitch spit on the dick, she get a lil' sloppy
You and your man splittin' half a pill, you off a lil' molly
Throw a block party in the hood, got the hood sloppin'
Damn, I mean the hood slappin'
Walked in B-A-P-E, got the hood jacket
Only time you wipe a n***a nose is with a lil' napkin
Snuck the yeah-yeah in the club, this my lil' ratchet
Hood bitch don't know how to act, she a lil' ratchet
[Verse 3: Don Perrion]
Take a n***a shit and flick a pic', bitch, I feel like Jigg
We was young as hell at Coca-Cola Classic with the blick
Grew up on they ass, my sister friends 'nem want some dick
I done robbed some n***as' favorite uncles, got they nephew pissed
I ain't got no fuckin' whack jumper, I be hittin' shit
Been had it back when J.R. Smith played for the Knicks

[Interlude: YN Jay]
Right there at the end, man
Let me just come right in, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Punch me in at the end
Punch a double bedroom, hit her with some twins, ah
I just spent a Benz
He trippin' on sixteen hundred, I just spent a ten
What the fuck you on?
Why you waitin' with your hand out? What the fuck? You grown
Talkin' crazy out your lips, you better watch your tone
I'll have my n***as at your crib, you better watch your home
You ain't made no plays all week, you tryna watch your phone
I'll throw a jab at your face, you better block your nose
Oh, your bitches hittin' up my line? You better watch your hoes