[Intro: Richtown Butter]
Hold on, hah
Bitch
Fuck is wrong with u dumbass n***as, hold on
Damn, Max
Real gang shit, hold on
I don't even gon' start this bitch back, but I'll just talk crazy on this bitch n***a no cap (You hard as hell dog)
[?]
N***a free Lil Kodak
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Richtown Butter]
I don't do no robbin' [?] n***as do
Fuck I'm supposed to patrol, what the fuck these n***as wanna do (For real)
Laugh at that, this dumbass n***a know I set that play
Even when we at the curb, bitch we got 2 K
Bitch, Michael Actson
You better hold (?) not fucking there cause he gon' clap somethin'
N***as ain't been shootin' no videos, now I'm back hungry
My dog must've got some money cause he actin' back phony
(Huh)
N***a I ain't no [?], but I be rollin' with them
I'm with gang, we off them percs, I be rollin' with them
If it's us, [?], I be rollin' with them
It be hard to function, I can't focus if it ain't drugs in my system
Threw a terrier on the chop, imma [?] 'em
I can't even catch [?], get 'em
Like why dick sucking? Show fake love
You got a gang full of hoes, n***a, y'all fake thugs
Bitch, me and my CEO, we'll crash out
I just dropped a couple of bowls off at the stank house
We'll fuck around and leave a n***a stanking in the house
All my n***as really with that shit, fuck you talkin' bout?
We in my hood, we walk n***as in and we walk 'em out
If a n***a talk down, damn, bro already walked him down
N***a you heard my fuckin' price, n***a don't try to talk me down
I was bored locked in school teacher[?], now I'm chalkin' out
Give a fuck who was talkin', damn don't give a fuck bout now
If a n***a come out way I'm coming with a hundred rounds
We should put a opp in the bow, that's a couple pounds
We ain't even want to smoke that n***a, shipped him out of town
My dog really out of shit, don't get loud with us
We ain't come to play ball, we'll get foul with you
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
Somebody put a opp in the wood and get loud with you
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
Run up on him with that cannon, make him run from me
I'll up that Drac' on n***as' babies for that young money
I'm finna do a walkthrough, they got a dub for me
Treat the trap like my playground, now I got club money
I'm from Detroit, fuck
You might not understand
Count that paper that's two mil in cash, I need double hands
Freaky bitch, finna pop that pussy like a rubber band
Hit my show, jump right on the stage, I snuck cutter in
Iced Up Records
Yeah, we the new Cash Money
Fuck that, we the new Death Row, come sell a slab for me
Cut a bricky, jumping off the scale, look like cab money
Got a skinny bitch, but she got money, bought that ass for me
Hundred rounds pokin' out my shirt, this the blicky dance
Water in my rollie look retarded, call it Chicken Man
I just got some head in VIP, gotta fix my pants
We caught a opp lackin' in the club, n***a tripped and ran
I want 50 for a show, yeah, that's my new price
Sign a million dollar record deal, and I bought new ice
Real drank legend in my city, I sold Lou pints
Met a bitch and hit her the first day, she spent two nights

[Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
Hmm, yeah
Freaky hoe
She spent two nights