[Verse]
Do ya in, folk tote F&N, we gon' hit that man
Fuck a bend, you want answers? Nuh uh, we ain't tellin 'em
Once again, I be rippin' it, give fuck 'bout yo' friend
Do what you can, fuckin' wit' me, man, I don't recommend that
Cuzzo, where yo' bread at? Yo' Glocky got the red cap
Boy do not want this static, mu'fucka, I been said that
Woadie get yo' head crack, done with 'em, I'ma head back
My partna packin' that lead fat and it's a lotta dead rats
Jumpin' in the slump, hoes be off of the bump
Brandishin' in a func', them mu'fuckas gon' dump
Big dirty in the trunk, gettin' them bullets crunk
I'm settin' up the fuckin' shop on the first of the month
I don't play wit' these rap boys, nuh uh, yo' ass not an artist
If you was really doin' that shit, I wouldn't fuck wit' you regardless
You plateau, where they go, talkin' 'bout how they the hardest
Man, I ain't hearin' yo' ass, and I'm happy 'bout that

[Chorus]
I don't do this rappin', and we untouchable
Look out, you gon' drop soon as yo' ass get comfortable
I could work them big patties off a Lunchable
And trust me, I'm just pullin' up fo' the money roll
I don't do this rappin', and we untouchable
Look out, you gon' drop soon as yo' ass get comfortable
I could work them big patties off a Lunchable
And trust me, I'm just pullin' up fo' the money roll