[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
If it's beef on the plate, you’ll get chipped like a bowl of nachos
A hundred shots and the next one's with Johnny Bravo
Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus
Both of my wrists, bitch, will blind every one inside here
Sticks with high beams, I promise you don't wanna fight me
Put his head in a box like he on an IP
A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party, Peter Piper (RONRON do that shit)
Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you (Duse making slaps, trick)
Shit, we laughing at ’em, all my opps need bags to use the restroom
Wayne Gretzky, the ice on me and lethal weapons
Moves from Tekken
Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken
Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet
My opps finally come outside, we should pass through there
Heard little Pooh Bear got metal rides and dirty screws
Stupid Ru' really, a bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me
Jack and Jill callin', that's the pills callin'

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & GrindHard E]
I don't know why these pussy n***as think it’s sweet with me
I don’t know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don’t know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy n***as think it’s sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, n***a
I don't know why these pussy n***as think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, n***a (GrindHard)
[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Muddy ass pop, I'm drinking Tris today
I just made twenty K, I'm feeling rich today
The way I'm feelin', I might take a n***a bitch today
Hood n***a, I just made a sale at a Chick-fil-A
On country time, ain't a roll I made was minute made
Auntie called, I asked her, "Please, please, please, can you save the drank?"
Fiend textin', "Please hurry up," I still make him wait
Passin' out testers to the fiends, givin' tenths away
Can't believe that I've seen some opps, I let 'em get away
Came to Cali, Flint too hot, I came to LA
I had to get away
I ain't bring none of my n***as with me, it's just me and bae
I don't know who be in bullshit more, it's between Twin and Tay
When I go to slide, I don't know which one to grab, I always hesitate
Glock, FN, PLR, or I should I grab the K?
It don't matter which one I grab 'cause they gon' die anyway
A two, four, a six, or should I pour a eight?
Wock', Pai, Hi-Tech, Tris, and Morton Grove, I love all the drank
Can't figure if the love real or is it really fake
Should I stash my money in the safe, or should I play the bank?
Fuck it, I'ma leave the crib with no money and see what I make
Put a deuce of Pai in the twenty ounce Sprite and let it dissipate
In Detroit fuckin' with A1 Selections, like, fuck the House of Dank
Some advice, if you in the trap and got that bitch on you, keep it off of safety
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why these pussy n***as think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
I don't know why you pussy n***as think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, n***a
I don't know why these pussy n***as think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, n***a

[Verse 3: Young Slo-Be]
Ayy (That's the gang)
Why the fuck you call yourself tryna compete with me, n***a? (Competing with me, n***a)
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a n***a
I just left 21 to get some green for my sister
Cuddie gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system (Free the thugs)
Ayy, ayy, boy, this a new chop
A leg shot? Tryna hit your melon, watch your rooftop
Put a switch on that 22, now it's a new Glock
Damn, it's gon' go off
N***a, I ain't worried 'bout a sucker, boy, we pop it off (We'll pop it off)
Ayy, ayy, bitch, take your panties off (Take your panties off)
N***a, we'll keep spinnin' 'round this bitch 'til we take you off
Lil' cuddie, I'm getting dizzy with this chop, n***a, you actin' soft
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program? (What's the program?)
N***a, I'm from Nightingale, I don't know them (I don't know them)
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in (Ayy)
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program? (What's the program?)
N***a, I'm from Nightingale, I don't know them (I don't know them)
Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in (Ayy)
Got thirty, but you can hold ten
Why the fuck you call yourself tryna compete with me, n***a? (Competing with me, n***a)
Heard his ass tryna fight, forty beatin' on a n***a
I just left 21 to get some green for my sister
Cuddie gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system (Free the thugs, n***a)
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
I don't know why you pussy n***as think it's sweet with me
I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me
I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today
Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit
He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, n***a
I don't know why these pussy n***as think it's sweet with me, it's not
Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, n***a