[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Rich n***a vibes, get a n***a fried
Make the pape' flip two times, then it's gettin' tied
I know a bitch gon' fuck me if she look me in my eye
Young n***a, I got pull, I got real mob ties
I can get a n***a rich or get a n***a robbed
I'll level to the devil, only lookin' up to God
I don't stress, I got real street n***as on my side
Turnt young n***a, I'll blow a hundred like it's tissue
Every n***a with me got some money and a pistol
Flippin' 'bows, hittin' other n***as' hoes, that's what I'm into
Grind like the rent due, I need a hundred M's too
I open up to God, he the only one I vent to
Neck on freezer, wrist on water
Drop a n***a like a mixtape, n***a, this Tha Carter
My old bitch thick, she look like Mrs. Parker
I know some young n***as go on hits in the Charger
He'll die for this shit, he a martyr
Young n***a, make sure the killers good, they don't charge me
Wrist bust crazy, I think I'm Marvin
Young n***a tryna hit every bitch around but Karma (Huh?)
Put the smoke in the air, the opps can't breathe
Your n***a slid, but he choked, that boy ain't squeeze
Fifteen racks a day, I'm tryna make cheese
This rap shit workin' out, sick I came wheeze
In the trap puttin' O's on the clock
When I cock back, I'ma leave some O's in an opp
Wrist bust crazy, I think I froze up the watch
Better not tell your business to a nosy-ass thot
Out of town with a cold old bitch and she pretty
She from the city, waist snatched, and she thicker than saditty
See the killers, yeah, they with me
See they 'fit, see they neck, see they wrist, man, I think this shit damn near a ticket
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Hold on, huh, how they think we not with it? Huh
N***as always gone, how we not busy? Huh
Two-sixty in this coupe, who in the drop with me? Huh
This Babyman ridin' with a bopstick, listen, hold up (Nah)
Hold up
I don't want no n***a by my side if it ain't brother, huh
Every time we choose to come outside, we'll bust you
Nah, every time he choose to use a nine, he'll dump it
Uh, we ain't tryna talk like no more times, fuck discussions
Uh, soon as a n***a get out of line, we gon' rush him, huh
G74 the orange soda, we gon' crush him
Fuck, uh, uh
I had some more, but Skilla Baby said—

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Fuck it
Don't want no ho n***as around me, don't trust 'em
Drum on the stick, but it sound like a trumpet
Every time a freak booty around, I'ma hump it
Huh? I heard the opp n***as hate me, I love it
I know anatomy, put an arm on his stomach
Young n***a always going to the bank, Tim Duncan

[Verse 4: Sada Baby]
Huh, how the fuck we not crunchin'?
Put his BM pussy in the boxing gym and get to punchin'
Everything I do, I take my time, don't be rushin'
Huh, white woman love to drink vodka 'cause she Russian, fuck
What's your conjunction, uh, junction? Huh
Throw a n***a off a cliff like he a stuntman, huh
With a new foreign bitch who got a sun tan, huh
I be low-key, but still got the upper hand, huh
I hope you understand, naw, I hope she understand
I'm one of them n***as that she can never fuck again, huh
I can't eat it if she ain't just take no bubble bath
Fuck
Still gon' tax her brother like I'm Uncle Sam
Big ape, I got monkey bars like a jungle gym
Fuck, mmm, huh
I got seventy-seven bitches claimin' they in love with me
And they— uh, uh, claimin' they in love with him, huh
Mr. Him not them, huh, Mr. I'm gon' win, huh
Mr. kick it with a bitch, she tap me on her shin
Tsh, huh
Mr. soon as she suck my dick, she tap me on her chin, huh
Mr. platinum Cartiers with the heron lens, huh
Mr. I can't trust a ho, she can fuck my mans, hmm, listen, n***a