[Intro: Russ & That Boy A.B.]
Haha
Yeah (Ooh)
Yo!
Yeah (Oh)
What it do Russ?
They let us in the rap game (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear they let me in this motherfucking rap game (Mmm, yeah, yeah)
Haha you fucked up now

[Verse 1: Russ & That Boy A.B.]
Got a chick, I call her Lola, she feel like the ocean (Yeah)
Like to drink and smoke some doja and I feel like smoking
Plus she good at charming cobras, I feel like I'm chosen
But she ain't the only one, no (She ain't the only one)
Got a chick, I call her Katia, (M hmm check) she be acting boujee
Then she came through and topped me off, now she just a groupie
Got the aura of the Mafia, (Check me out) her friends wish they knew me
But they ain't the only ones, no, no

[Verse 2: That Boy A.B.]
Uhh, uhh
What they want, tell me what they want Russ
Watch the green grow fast, neighbours want my lawn cut
Baby got a fat butt, she just made her drawers bust
And I ain't got the keys so I'm busting all these doors up
Seven headed south and he told me hold the shit down
Told him that these girls a little crazy with the kid now
Facebook arguments with every chick I dick down
So when I spit a verse they be feelin' every inch now
Still protected, I'm still a weapon and still protect it
I will infect it but can't neglect it, I kill for breakfast
A millisecond ain't shit when you make a mill a second
If you in debt with my homies I swear we will collect it
Never guessing, it's facts only just ask Brody
Never scared to pull a card I see you act phony
Don't ask for credit my [?] and it's cash only
And I don't spit it for [?] boy it's crack only