[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Stop playing with me, n***a, I'm not the one
Oh, I ain't hop up off that stage with the tommy gun?
I'll have n***as runnin', it's lots of fun
He tried to a run a four-flat, then that chopper hit him (Duse makin' slaps, true)
Two foot out, but one foot had to drive the Bentley
All that woofin' up in jail, we did not forget it
With a Russian rapper, but sometimes, he got the music
Some real n***as out of jail, show some positivity
Oh, you mad 'cause your bag gettin' short now?
That EDD can't buy you no more clothes now?
Two hundred thousand on my neck, n***a, roll bounce
The Stinc Team in the building, n***a, mope louder

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & Icewear Vezzo]
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
Thе Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
Thе Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
You are not from the streets, n***a, just rap (Drank God)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, this that pape' talk (Pape' talk)
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry, that's what yay bought (God)
Pop a n***a, we don't argue, let the Drac' talk
Oh, them pussy n***as broke? Yeah, that's they fault (N***as pussy)
We already wanted smoke, we need any reason (Whatever)
Know them boys don't want no beef, heard them n***as vegan (Haha)
Ghetto bitch from the slums, but she Middle Eastern (Ghetto bitch)
Pop the trunk, open up that chop, bitch, it's killin' season
Rich n***a got it all, don't want no basic bitch (Nah)
They don't like us in the club, 'cause we be takin' shit (We be takin' shit)
Bust butter on my arm, it cost an eighty strip (Eighty racks)
Get a n***a whole crew whacked for a case of Tris, ugh
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Shoot a n***a and get the case dismissed
Hang up on a bitch, I ain't finna cake and shit
Fuck her good, she fell asleep and got to takin' shit
I love her mouth to the point I wanna pay the bitch
You can't come around gang unless you whacked some shit
Can't come around gang, heard you got paid to snitch
Shoot a pig a hundred times, make bacon bits
I'm with my ahks, make salat and get to wastin' shit
Put the 'bows in the, man, fuck
Put the 'bows in the empty computer box, I got a Dell for sale
Water out in Flint dirty, I got lead for sale
I would've popped Deebo dumb ass, they like Craig in jail

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
You are not from the streets, n***a, just rap

[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
It's some real n***as out of jail, show some positivity
Bums keep on actin' like they tough, gon' be a lot of victims
I'm from the Stinc Team, in the city, ain't no competition
Every time I do my pisa dance, my diamonds hittin'
.223s'll shake a n***a's shack if you think we beefin'
Shooter'll kill on sight, just give him a reason
You got the sauce, but I cook with different ingredients
I had to let the bitch go 'cause she disobedient, the Plug
[Verse 5: Ketchy the Great]
The Stincs got these pussy n***as heated
Hang out the Scat' with a MAC 'cause you n***as mad we brought that teasing
Aquafina water drippin', jumpin' out my piece
Cracked a BIN, I was noddin' in the coupe and I fell asleep
I been out twelve weeks and I bust for a fifty
That's fifty jumpin' out the 40, I dare a n***a to fake trip
I'll trip and fall on a stick and rearrange your wig
Mud spillin' out my cup, I'm syrup sippin' in the trenches