[Chorus: LP Rambo]

[Verse: DD Caine]
Brown wrap with the purp, peanut butter and jelly
Sippin’ on syrup, my breakfast was heavenly
Can’t feel my fingers, ain’t touching the celly, don't try to text me, til I'm feeling steady
You tryna converse, I don't know what you telling me
Slurring my words, while I spit like confetti sheets
Singing like Neverson, you is not ready
Say aahh when them shots burn it up like R. Kelly
He might not make it, I shoot at his belly
Talking bout ridin', I'm posted, come get me
You show dishonor, I’m every thing killer, on set, think I won't come and do you like Melly
That bitch pillow-talking, and loud, think he witty
It’s static when n***as come back to the city
Dirty by the dozen, bullets get busy
I’ll swiftly, con you out life with no pity, or sympathy

[Chorus: LP Rambo]