[Intro]
Ayo Pluto, you going brazy
Let that shit ride, Eighty8

[Chorus: MB Kace]
Yeah
Man, I cut a lot of people off my n***a, it wasn't hard
Damn near thought my n***a was a scammer 'cause he was fraud
I'm talking 'bout the same n***a I used to kick it with in the yard
He was trippin' over small shit when he should've been thinking large
And I can't put my trust in bitches, 'cause they all lie
I told my n***a stay off them percs 'cause you got frog eyes
Yeah I used to smoke on midget, now I run on tall guys
And even if shit go left, I'll still be alright

[Verse 1: MB Kace]
I catch a opp' and I put twenty on his head like he ransom
Yeah that bitch peformance with the head, she need a grammy
The way I bust all on her, she caught them kids, she need to be a nanny
But hoes gone be hoes like Wayne said, "can't blame Tammy"
Oh Oh, Uh Oh Oh, Uh Oh Oh, Yeah Uh Huh, Ay Yeah
You'n wanna be my opp cause where that scope at, that's gone be ya head
Cause me and my n***as tighter than the braids on Cleo head
All these bitches, they be birds, but I can't feed 'em bread
Cause I got priorities, I gotta make sure my people fed
The fuck I look like throwing 50 on a bitch with her ass out, when my momma still on Section 8 in that 'partment with her hand out?
I guess you n***as money grew legs, n***a cause you done ran out
Instead investing in strippers, you should invest it up in some land now
[Chorus: MB Kace]
And I can't put my trust in bitches 'cause they all lie
I told my n***a stay off them percs 'cause you got frog eyes
Yeah I used to smoke on midget, now I run on tall guys
And even if shit go left, I'll still be alright

[Verse 2: NoCap]
Lil' Joe say, "Cap, you high as hell", I said "I'm alright"
I'm getting tired, but I can still let off this gunfire
Ay, tote 223s like Cleveland, never too tired to squeeze it
Diss me in a song, you gone be gone by the night
Rolex on my left wrist, Cartier up on my right
That engine in that Hellcat, it's so dangerous for my life
I spent a hundred on my arm, fucked her and I showed her
I sip lean, not no ace baby, no I'm not a joker
I don't beef with rappers, I hang with attackers
I been at the Ritz-Carlton, with them crackers`
She down with whatever, cause I got my cash up
Plain Jane, wrist stuck, first class Delta
Come from where it's realer, and it ain't no real love
Used to get them quarters out the couch, I won't change up
Cuban links from handcuffs, put her on cam like Panthers
I only shoot from deep or from the three, ain't no laying up
Be careful Love, I must remind you, I'm greatness