[Intro]
(Tough, Jew3lz)

[Verse 1: Li Rye & EBK Young Joc]
On they ass, make n***as use they feet every time we hit the block
Been dropped so many shots just like these hoes, we been running through Glocks
Kill they head honcho, we smokin' who running they block
I drop shots in Amiri and Louis Vuitton
My chain went on a skit before you did, who really gon' ride?
Stand over him and (Yeah) until this bitch lock
Bend her over, got her screaming out (Oh, daddy, stop)
Say my name, bitch (This pussy yours, Joc)
Okay, bitch let me know somethin'
If I'm steppin' in, oh, for sure my bro coming
Goofies always flashin' poles, but don't blow nothing
Huh, they make mе mad as shit
I dare 'em drop another diss and makе us mad again
How many of your n***as we done bagged up, twin?

[Verse 2: Li Rye & EBK Young Joc]
Said I was gon' quit, but got the lo' and tried to crash again
Yellow tape, leave shit dead on the scene, we caught 'em baggin' in
We send shit to the doctor, they dropped 'em, that boy died tryna spin
N***as scared of smoke, all this shit toxic what I'm breathing in
Brand new 19, just threw on a switch, that 4 my favorite Gen
Dee never hit no faces, ain't the car you gon' be hoppin' in
Hell yeah, we kicking doors down if they don't let us in
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that fully, I'm finna, uh-huh
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that fully, I'm finna, okay
Matter fact, Rye, hand me that Draco, I'm finna step on him
Well, look here, her pussy good she put a hex on me
Oh my god, this bitch said she gon' sic her ex on me
Now I'm scared, syke, bitch, I got Vec' on me
Smell it in the air, when I'm 'round, I got death on me
All them R.I.P. shirts, don't be the next, homie
I got Rye, who you got? I'll bet on him
[Verse 3: Li Rye & EBK Young Joc]
Tweakin', tryna stamp somethin' for no reason, I know Joc on it
When they find out he wasn't breathing, whole city know my young n***as hawked him
They belt to ass like it's easy, I lost my heart, I can't put down that chrome
Blew up rappin', now these stupid fucks thinkin' I sold my soul
Pressure real when we hop on the road, get robbed for tryna tase the bro
No S and I's, you see the clarity hoppin' out my stone
How you mad 'cause your bitch choose? If it's smoke, say that
Joc just said he goin' Rolls, I'm tryna drop the Maybach
Every time I slide, I'm tryna score, care 'bout where you stay at
Wasn't payin' attention, they smacked him at the store, his ass got left at RaceTrac