[Intro: RTB MB]
(Engry made this one)
RTB, n***a, gang
What y'all n***as talkin' 'bout?
Mad bitches, mad hoes, n***a

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Do you got a strap, n***a?
I grew up with pill sniffers and crack dealers
Keep it one hundred, if you try me, gettin' whacked, n***a
Free my n***a Boogs, free my n***a Smack, n***a

[Verse 1: RTB MB & VonOff1700]
You ain't GMB if you don't know Star and Black, n***a
Quit to X a n***a out if he owin', that's tic-tac, n***a
Pull a Smith out, ain't got that rock, we'll slap n***as
We get to bustin' out the Sprinter, overlap n***as
Pillow talkin' to them hoes, hit him with that Mase look
Trippin' while I'm in a Tesla, I just popped a Facebook
Twenty hoes, one MB, thinkin' that's a great look
N***as know my mob deep, reason why they stay shook
This ain't Madden, I just blitz n***as in my playbook
Different bitches in the telly tryna switch, we in the main brood
I heard an opp got smoked from tryna box, he had a great hook (Dumbass)
Out in L.A., I'll get him clipped, he got a shape up
[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
Me and Miles tryna two-v-two some hoes, who wanna play us?
Bounce out the V, get close up on that n***a like a lay-up (Come here, come here)
We layin' belt on all the opps and plus they broke, that's why they hate us (They bitch ass)
I love a thick bitch who look good without no makeup
I put 10K on the slip and Miles hit, so tell 'em pay up
Every time Backend go and a catch a hat, he get a pay cut (Get a bag)
Tell the opps go check the score 'cause we like eight up
My lil' brother only ten and I got him gettin' ate up (Gettin' his dick sucked)
We left fat boy on the ground, go tell them n***as pick his face up (They bitch ass, dumb-ass n***a)

[Chorus: RTB MB]
Do you got a strap, n***a?
I grew up with pill sniffers and crack dealers
Keep it one hundred, if you try me, gettin' whacked, n***a
Free my n***a Boogs, free my n***a Smack, n***a