[Intro]
(Reuel, stop playing with these n***as)

[Verse 1: GMD Jets]
Ayy, sick of fuckin' on my opps' hoes
Brand-new pair of Pradas on my feet, bitch, you ain't got those
I been havin' hundreds in my pocket since a snot-nose
Took a trip to Cali, had to re-up with my vatos
Ayy, Bentley truck, a hundred P's in here
Pull up with some money, we ain't doin' shit for free in here
Smokin' out the VIP, I swear to God, can't even see in here
Hella bitches in my section
Had to call my plug when I was down, I need a blessing
How the fuck you thirty-five and broke? That's depressing
I just lost a fifty in the mail, had me stressing
Ayy, got some shit that you don't know about
Where you keep the chicken, never tell your lil' bro about
I been stackin' paper, n***a, I ain't really goin' out
Broke up with my bitch, n***as told me that she hoin' now
Damn, swear to God, that had me fucked up
Giannis in my clip, I'm just tryna get my bucks up
Ayy, took my BM to a steakhouse
Heard they got some pounds up in the crib, we finna stake out
Bitches tryna kiss me in the club, but we don't make out
Fuck I look like? A sucker
All I rock is gray brims, bitch, this ain't a trucker
I just left New York, I'm servin' zaza at the Rucker, n***a
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Yeah (Okay), I just served a blow pack (Yeah)
Pull up to the show lookin' like I sell (Crack)
Yeah (Yeah), still lookin' like I sell crack
How the fuck you make it overseas? I was well-wrapped
Still get some money overseas, this a snail trap
You takin' too long in the booth, now get the snail rap (Yeah, damn)

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Do you smell that? Balla Berry mixed with A1 and Axl packs
KD just sold me cut lean, I'm finna sell it back
Pussy ass n***a, them n***as told on you, you finna tell back?
I was finna put the pressure on 'em, but I fell back
I’m cruisin' with a Five-seveN on me, off a twelve of Act'
Me and Mike was never pourin' light, we drunk a Hellcat
I lost my bitch and my clientele, I want the scale back

[Verse 4: Louie Ray & Rio Da Yung OG]
You came out fucked up like a jail tat
The A-team huddle in the booth and then jail rap
You say you only fuck with thick hoes, but your girl patty
Still feelin' safe even when I creep because my girl strapped
Spoiled hoes be askin' dumb shit like, "Bring the world back" (Damn)
Cook a half a chicken in the pot, you know it smell bad
Pour another six on top of this, we brought a twelve back
Take a big gulp, then do a twelve fast (Come on)
I'm doin' a hundred gettin' away, I made 12 crash
Left his body in the bando, now it smell bad
Did a hundred gettin' away, I made 12 crash
I wasn't even in LA an hour, made a sale fast
When it's pure, in the fiend ear, tend to sell fast
Wrap a n***a out in public too, but I sell bags
(I'm a trap n***a, man)
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
Alright, hold on, who the fuck is this?
I just drunk a 10 of Wockhardt, I don't fuck with Tris
The drank I got clean, and I know 'cause I bust a script
Alright, I bust a nut then dip
This bitch really think I ain't finna fuck her cause she fuck with Chris
Girl, I don't give a fuck 'bout that, that's my brother, bitch
Took a Perc 30, then Rio takes another sip
The diamond link on my Rio piece cost a fuckin' brick
(This a EDD, I got this off the book, fuck the government)