[Intro: Enphamus & [?]]
Ayy, turn me up Will
Woah
Big runner, shit talker
Walk 'em 90
Mafia

[Verse 1: Enphamus]
These n***as be cap, they really were saved by the bell
They ain't never put shit in 'da mail
They ain't never done broke down a bag
Stood there, mental math, with 'dat cup on the scale, yeah
Kept goin', I know I prevail
Cuz' beat up the pot 'till it pale
You don't know how it feel
Police in the crib like a swarm, we had so many scales
Fuck it, I didn't wear the Pyrex
But I sold smoke, and that's on my brother
It'll get you 'bout high as the sky at
I don't wanna' be touched but ain't goin' for none
Bitch, I stay wit' an arm like a tricep
Know he goin' missin, I catch him, he pissin'
He slippin' like he on a high step
In the studio sippin' on Hi-Tech
Fuck Instagram, I'on't like pictures
I fuck wit' the birds, so I rather go pop it on Twitter
I pop a perc', then I turn to whatever was evil and lurkin' on Michael in Thriller
5.56 in that [?], Ma' I'm on TV, ridin' wit' dope like the Miller's
Doin' some shit that ain't PG
Double R gang, so it deep in the cut wit' the killa's
[?] tryna' get out that cell like a membrane
She been breakin' my heart, Kunta Kinte
N***a fuck wit' da mikes 'cause he got paid
You a rat, Master Splinter, sensei
Had to hold down a mag wit' thick tape
On the block like a linemen wit' rich tastes
How these n***as be real but they bitch fake?
In the Wraith's, doin' [?] like field day
I never be pressed, 'cause I keep some iron on me
Bitch n***a, why yo' mind on me?
My mind be on bitches, and money, and steppin' on n***as
If not, then my mind on the P
Gave me six figures, I'm out here big livin'
They just had to spill out my mind on the beat
N***as be broke as the fuck wit' no water at home
And a bitch wit' her mind on the beach
[Chorus: Enphamus]
Stop that
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, shot him

[Interlude: Enphamus & Quez2rr]
Ayo, man
Yo' twin, what's goin on?
Shit, I got 500 for that Q, if I have to pull up on you, you gon' fuck wimme'?
Yeah, I got that n***a, push up

[Chorus: Enphamus]
S-S-Stop that
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, shot him
I can tell he a poser, skimp him
He pull up in a Rover, skimp him
Askin' me, "Is I mobile?" Skimp him
Oh, he look a lil' older, skimp him
What you do for the forty? Shot him
Take one puff and he coughin', shot him
He a athlete in college, shot him
Got that cash in his wallet, s-s-shot him