[Intro: LaRussell]
Ayy, Mike & Keys, you hear me? Ayy

[Chorus: LaRussell]
I used to want an old school '68 Cutlass
Feet out the window, countin' ducats
Russ really poppin', I hit the block and cause a ruckus
I love my n***as, I ain't Uncle Ruckus
I ain't too good for n***as who ain't got it
I grew up seeing hustlers, hoes, narcotics
I'm sick, I'm spittin', need antibiotics
Flow water, puh, aquatic

[Verse 1: LaRussell]
This carrot juice, I ain't sippin' Hypnotiq
The flows is addictive, the beats hypnotic
I'm on, I'm hustling, I'm scoring, I'm winning in life
I don't fuck with hoes that's dimming my light
I'm a billionaire, baby, you can scan that shit twice
You don't even see your kids, why would I take your advice?
Before I ever let a fuck n***a play me
I'll jump out a plane without a parachute

[Chorus: LaRussell]
Old school '68 Cutlass, tuh
Feet out the window, countin' ducats
Russ really poppin', I hit the block and cause a ruckus
I love my n***as, I ain't Uncle Ruckus
I ain't too good for n***as who ain't got it
I grеw up seeing hustlers, hoes, narcotics
I'm sick, I'm spittin', need antibiotics
Flow water, puh, aquatic
[Verse 2: Richie Rich]
I usеd to wear pea coats, cum in two or three throats
These n***as is foul, they should shoot some free throws
My n***as is loud, you can smell us from the parking lot
I still wonder how I fit in these little parking spots
But now, I'm finna buy myself a bigger whip
Call Forgiato, tell them I need a bigger lip
Since I met Russ, I've been heavy on my figure shit
He magnified a n***a, now I'm the bigger Rich

[Chorus: LaRussell]
Old school '68 Cutlass, tuh
Feet out the window, countin' ducats
Russ really poppin', I hit the block and cause a ruckus
I love my n***as, I ain't Uncle Ruckus
I ain't too good for n***as who ain't got it
I grew up seeing hustlers, hoes, narcotics
I'm sick, I'm spittin', need antibiotics
Flow water, puh, aquatic

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
I grew up seeing hustlers, hoes, narcotics
In the Bay with the dr-uh-drama sp-uh-speaking Ebonics
And I'm m-uh-mocha coffee color, bitch, but you can't get me at Starbucks
You can find me way, way up in the sky with the stardust
I blast off like NASA, rose right past ya
Shift kit furious, Rock Johnson, faster
In a old school '68 Cutlass
Great with the candy paint and the peanut butter guts, bitch (Blaow)
[Chorus: LaRussell]
Old school '68 Cutlass, tuh
Feet out the window, countin' ducats
Russ really poppin', I hit the block and cause a ruckus
I love my n***as, I ain't Uncle Ruckus
I ain't too good for n***as who ain't got it
I grew up seeing hustlers, hoes, narcotics
I'm sick, I'm spittin', need antibiotics
Flow water, puh, aquatic

[Outro: LaRussell]
Uh, Mike & Keys
Ayy, n***a, haha
I ain't even gon' say what I was gon' say 'cause ain't even worth saying
'Cause it go without saying, n***a