[Intro]
(Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?)
(Kickin' flame, yeah, that’s Kay9ine)

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I'ma jump in her DM, knowin' that one of my n***as prolly beat me to it
Even though my n***as ain’t no pornstar, I still wanna see them do it
Had to ask that bitch if she work on cars 'cause she go from hood to hood
Had 'em talk to termites, I had to tell 'em I wish a n***a would
These hoes be sneaky, they fuckin' all of us
But we ain't shit, we done ran through all of them
We stay givin' them hoes the boot like we bought all the Timbs
Even though my n***a shooters, I still ain't install a rim
My n***a Cee still movin’ that weight, we gon’ shut down all the gyms

[Verse 1: NoCap]
I had her wide open then I passed her to the crew (Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?)
I never ball hard, I throw my n***as alley-oops
The way I run it on her, she say, "You must hang with Poodie" (Kickin' flame, yeah, that’s Kay9ine)
She know I ain't got not handles, I get her number then I lose it
No, you can't fool me
You and both your friends, y'all always shoot threes
I know that Fred dead, still screamin’, "Don't leave"
So much hate up in the game, that's something we don't need
And, bitch, I know you fucked Rodriguez, why you want me?
[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]
Hol' up, Cap, she got good head, you might wan' try
Hol' up, nope, we ain't at the park, we still gon' slide
Hol' up, he know it's a dummy brick, he still gon' buy
I woke up, like all my hoes gettin' blocked but I don't play line

[Verse 3: Trenchrunner Poodie]
These n***as sweeter than Jell-O (Jell-O)
My lil' n***as got heat 'cause they shootin' like Melo (Shootin' like Melo)
I'm connected like airport (For real)
Twenty-three for a bag, I'm in the ghetto with Ghetto (Ghetto with Ghetto)
Billy still in the kitchen (He is)
I known the narcs be listenin', keep that on the L-O (Keep that on the low)
He be workin' on fishes (For real), I'm just workin' these digits, come get you an elbow (Come get you a bowl)
They got caught for a murder (Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?)
He went and did that time, he ain't gon' talk 'bout it (He ain't gon' say nothing)
When it's beef, you ain't run (You ain't run)
And you ain't never slung iron, so how you gon' talk 'bout it? (Ain't gon' spray nothing)
And in the streets, it ain't no rules (Ain't no rules)
We got all kinda tools, they thought we just walk 'round (Kickin' flame, yeah, that's Kay9ine)
You still got the same O's (For real)
This a whole 'nother load, the plug just broke Dallas (For real)
Fuck and leave, no foreplay (Yeah)
Still remember that feeling when I got my first four-way (Remember that shit)
Swear that was like '08 ('08)
Fast-forward, I'm the man with the juice like O.J. (Like O.J.)
Keep the steel in the kitchen (Kitchen)
With gloves on, beatin' a white girl, feelin' like O.J. (Feelin' like)
N***a tryna take mine, I promise everybody dyin'
Big chop', this a cold case (For real)
We walk around with them choppers and Glocks, et cetera (Et cetera, n***a)
Moneybagg Yo, they say we be livin' too federal (This shit here is federal, n***a)
You movin' too slow, I'm already three ahead of ya (N***a be movin' too slow)
No cap, me and NoCap buy green like vegetables (That's for real)
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
I'ma jump in her DM, knowin' that one of my n***as prolly beat me to it
Even though my n***as ain't no pornstar, I still wanna see them do it
Had to ask that bitch if she work on cars 'cause she go from hood to hood (Bak got the game on lock, you heard me?)
Had 'em talk to termites, I had to tell 'em I wish a n***a would
These hoes be sneaky, they fuckin' all of us
But we ain't shit, we done ran through all of them (Kickin' flame, yeah, that's Kay9ine)