[Verse: HBK Ronny]
Yeah, sticks wrapped up like a pogo-stick
She give me brain, but she don't know shit
Get money and dip on the bro code shit
When it comes to these hoes, ain't a bro code bitch, like
Swear to bro code, go get his shit right
"Don't gotta rob", then you better go hitchhike
You know what's gonna happen, we linkin' at midnight
She bendin' it over, I'm givin' her big pipe
When I hit it, I'm fuckin' her back, hoe
I got an opp neighbor callin' for backup
Run up on Ronny, you better be strapped up
Shoe case, nеighbor I'm packed up
Real shit, no cap, no kizzy
I pop beans OD likе [?]
I sip lean, I need yo' kitty
Me and my team roll 'round, we wicked

[Bridge: cl4pers]
Ok, aight, lemme catch the beat

[Verse: cl4pers]
Damn, shout out to Ronny
Fuck up yo' crit, and go fuck on yo' mommy
She eat me up, just I'm salami
Where's Waldo? All these neighbors can't find me
Fuck on that bitch then I did what I won't say
Made that bitch mad, now she look like Beyonce
They think I'm the best, I'm like, "What else can I say?"
Put on my glasses, I feel like I'm Dante
I feel like SAD! Neighbor, shout out to X
Put him on a T, ain't talkin' bout rex
Scissor, and I know that I'm a sender
That lil' boy is a rat, call him Master Splinter
Shred a neighbor bitch I'm feelin' like Shredder
Picked up his money, she light as a feather
I know we gon' make it just come on together
Can't see like Hellen, I'll repeat it, Keller
[Bridge: Cl4pers, CapzLock]
I shoulda gotta longer amount on my verse
But I don't wanna take up the whole song
'ppreciate you Cl4pers!

[Verse: CapzLock]
We runnin' on you, boy you better stay quiet
See sum' I like, and you know Imma buy it
Run up on who, my gang stay silent
If he talkin' down, and you know Imma light that (uh!)
Playin' these thot's like chess
I gotta strap, there's a blick in my chest
Sayin' goodbye, then move on to the next
Aimin' you down, Imma shoot yo' neck!

[Verse: CapzLock]
You know that I stay with my bros
Cl4pers around me, they always on go
Pull up a four, stick with a pole, I'm finna shoot at yo' dome
They act like the gang, but I did this all on my own
And If he talkin' down, this choppa 'bout ready to blow!
I gotta pull on my waist, run in yo crib and I'm robbin' yo' safe
I just walked out the bank, two twin Glocks right at yo' face!