[Intro]
(RTrap, baby)
(Man like Ron, you know)
(Ay, MZY, turn me up)

[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey & Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I don't talk like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
'Cah they chat like that, I don't talk like him
Slap like that, could've fooled like him
I got racks like that, I ain't talk like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?

[Verse 1: Bagzoverfame]
I'm tryna make bread like bakers do (Money)
We're tryna get Rich, Homie Quan
That's why we got lines like Bakerloo
We feel like Liam Neeson 'cah I'm Taken 2
Taken by the paper, boo
I'm in OVE, I make cake on loo (Make bread)
And if there's no space in the dings
Fuck that, I'll still come slap man in the booth
I shoulda really dipped him, ripped him
Slit skin, twin ting, spin ting, ying-ying dem tings
In the dings with things, that's chings on things
If it's not big bags, I'll let Greezo hit
I pray that he never get caught slippin' by me
YS, Greezo, I'm a mysterious ski
If he speeds off, I'ma speed with we
Thick tings, slim tings, they wan' be with me
[Verse 2: Greeze]
****, to roll with the kitch'
Don't buck into man, don't lack in the CIDs
Man know talk 'cah you know what I do
Don't throw up the 2 if you ain't from the fidge
Biz in the office when I work with the food
Green with the stink, I'm lookin like Grinch
[?] in the strip, and they're out to pinch
If the [?] come off, it is what it is
I might squish off back of the dings
Or two in the [?] I'm riding with it
Stepped out 5 with a sun-tanned shank on my waist
Stay based for a metal in kitch'
A 22-inch I ain't bettin' on flicks
I remember them days, no metal on hip
Gettin bare talk from a **** boy prick
Who you think I don't know? Fuck the ****

[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey & Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I don't talk like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
'Cah they chat like that, I don't talk like him
Slap like that, could've fooled like him
I got racks like that, I ain't talk like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?
[Verse 2: Riskey]
They talk waps but they don't C1 like Tulse
Take it out, turn a man into Usain Bolt
Then he made a mistake, that's a Usain fault
Screamed "Wait 'til I come!" to a Usain halt
For what you was sayin' online, that's bonkers
Live in the flesh, man raps that, bonkers
Go opp block where strips get conquered
Talk on the fam, watch him drop like conkers
Feds know man's interviews, don't sing songs
Scream "Who's that?" from the back of the ding-dong
No back-and-forth, fam, I don't play Ping-Pong
Turn Chinese, he got hit with the ching-chong
Strap rambo, blacked out, it's a big one
Man handled, man down, that's your wig gone
Scream ****, bad man getting picked on
Come to the 5, where we shoot like Frimpong

[Chorus: Bagzoverfame, Riskey & Greeze]
I don't know why they talk like that
They don't come to the strip, they don't walk like that
Give verbal, I don't talk like that
Don't lack on your strip and get caught like that
Don't lack like that and get caught like him
'Cah they chat like that, I don't talk like him
Slap like that, could've fooled like him
I got racks like that, I ain't talk like him
Bro can't run from the gang like him
We wet shit, he don't know gang like that
No riding for friends, that sounds like him
Some virgins, we never bang like that
On the strip with my friends, 'cah I'm not like him
Why talk on the gang? We ain't friends like that
You know I can't leave no friend like him
Like bro, why you leaving your friends like that?
[Outro]
(LJS on the beat)
(RTrap, baby)
(Man like Ron, you know)