[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Talk crazy, get to droppin' shells like the gas station
Like it's first day of school, we out here bag chasin'
If we see the feds, fuck around and get to drag racin'
Drumline, walkin' with a drum, that's my mag replacement

[Verse 2: RTB Capo]
Like the last day of school, n***a, this my graduation
Get prescribed by the doctor, n***a, I am not a patient
Them is not my opps, man, them n***as hatin'
Spent twenty on the Rollie, n***a, no fakin'

[Verse 3: RTB MB]
No fakin', you gotta bust the strap if you up it
You listen to your mans, he broke, n***a, you a puppet
Fuck a bitch and leave her torn like LeToya Luckett
And I ain't miss up on that road, n***a, I'm a buckеt

[Verse 4: RTB Capo]
Yeah, alright
Feel like Chris Rock, I'm actin' funny to my bitches
Throw somе diamonds in the bezel of the Rollie, now it's glistenin'
I only spent five hundred on that bitch, that ain't trickin'
I'll pay the whole tab to cut the line, what's the ticket?
RTB
[Verse 5: RTB MB]
Yeah, bustin' juggs up out the Cricket, what's the ticket?
She let me fuck, she sucked and I ain't even lick it
Yeah, push a n***a fro back, I'm 'bout to pick it
RTB, we takin' over shit, this just a snippet

[Verse 6: RTB Capo]
Got some head in the whip, the Scat' buzzin' got me out my mind
Been in Cali for two months in the hills, I done lost the time
I ain't never been a ho, n***a, I'ma stay outside
Could make thirty in a week, n***a, I am not gon' lie

[Verse 7: RTB MB]
Can't be fuckin' with the opps, I would've lost my pride
Turned a Honda to a Lam', n***a, pimp my ride
Me and Capo surrounded by the hoes, n***a, this my guy
Say I got my chain snatched, n***a, P's gon' fly

[Verse 8: RTB Capo]
Got two hoes in the crib, I don't got no wife
Your bitch tried to talk to me, she said she like my watch
Roof open in the Cully, n***a, it ain't got no top
Stabbin' in the Yams in the Lam', I told 'em catch up

[Verse 9: RTB MB]
We off that opp pack, we catch an opp, hit him from the neck up
Chopper spittin', he get to dancin', n***a, this ain't Step Up
When I was young, bitches didn't want me, I told 'em I was next up
Bro done put the switch up on his Glock, go pick your chest up
[Verse 10: RTB Capo]
How the fuck these n***as rappin' for five years, sayin' they next up?
My n***a neck could whip out fifty thousand, put that check up
Dro just hit the same store again, they can't check him
My white boy got a jumper, n***a, Sam Dekker

[Outro: RTB Capo]
Yeah, n***a, RTB