[Intro]
Yeah
N***a, what’s up
(Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck n***a)
(Chris, I’m sorry)

[Verse 1: Luci4]
You don’t get no fucking money cause you do not have no job
Talkin’ shit [?] loud, we can meet and get it loud
[?] beef, you don’t really wanna die
[?] whole clip, you ain’t gettin no revive
You don’t fucking know me but I know all about you
On your dead homies, we can turn up on your whole crew
N***as diss cause they bitches they got you [?] as fuck
You said cursin’ us, bitch you ain’t some [?]
[?]
I try to get you a [?], and you will smell like lil hoe
You n***as need to be careful who you be calling yo bro
A n***a think he EL, I hit him in his taco
I hit a n***a up, I split ya avocado
And now that n***a dead, cause he was feeling macho
Smokin’ on some hex, so high bitch I’m apollo

[Verse 2: EVOL]
And I be higher than a bitch, n I will nevеr follow
Me and [?] is a team
N***as not [?] me
But I bеat a n***a ass and have him [?] the street
50 on me, [?], Clipped up, dripped up
And I done had the bimmer benz pull up to your slut
N***as hatin’ on the squad but we still gettin’ bucks
I know it’s not ‘04 but I’m still wearing ones
I’m bout to fuck up on that hoe, have her n***a mad as fuck
I’m bout to pour a fuckin’ [?], have my bitch mad as fuck
I’m bout to buy a lamb truck and drive fast as fuck
I told the bitch I cannot fuck
I’m off the molly tryna fuck
She [?], she need some runt
I took some acid in the club
I took some molly in the club
I took a e-pill in the club
[?] in the coub