[Intro: MoneyMarr & Black Fortune]
Black Fortune
Let's go (Let's get straight into it)

[Verse 1: MoneyMarr]
Oh now y'all n***as fuckin' with me, thought y'all didn't like me
Bitch, I was broke and now I got a check like Nike
Glock 23 with a dick and it shoot like Mikey
I'm in the trap with a clip and it shoot like Spikey

[Verse 2: Black Fortune]
Burner Beretta from Brazil and it was pricey
I pour a four of Wockhardt in my Hi-C
That draco gon' bite a n***a like he Mike Tyson
Switchblade on me I slice and dice him

[Verse 3: MoneyMarr]
When I beat it up she say, "Why it gotta be like that?"
When it's cold and we beefin' point me where the heaters at
Now I'm up n***as dickridin', that's where the eaters at
We gon' hit at his head and knock off that (?) pack

[Verse 4: Black Fortune]
Banana clip on me, I'm where that Chiquita at
This junkie like "Fortune where that Justin Bieber at?"
Wockhardt double deuce where that two liter at
Red (?) knock the D off yo' Adidas hat
[Chorus: MoneyMarr and Black Fortune]
Uh, damn, bet you can't do it like me
Diamonds all over my teeth
N***a run up got red all on his white tee
And I got blood on my sneaks'
Bitch bumpin' the fish and bitch we 'bout to creep
Shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
Fuck 12 hit the dash on they ass, 'bout to geek
And the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he Greek

[Verse 5: Black Fortune]
Put the dick on a chopstick, you 'bout to eat
I click one button then you gettin' deleted
I got a lil' hood bitch, her name Juanita
I was servin' that dog food, two of my golden retrievers
I moved to L.A., I'm the only black man in my neighborhood sometimes I feel like I'm Cleveland
And I ain't the police but sometimes I get nervous and shoot at these n***as for reachin'
She popped a percocet and had a seizure
He was atheist 'til I made him a believer
He got shot in the face now he look like a creature
Bitch, I'm a hothead I got a fever

[Chorus: MoneyMarr and Black Fortune]
Uh, damn, bet you can't do it like me
Diamonds all over my teeth
N***a run up got red all on his white tee
And I got blood on my sneaks'
Bitch bumpin' the fish and bitch we 'bout to creep
Shots fired, left him dead, dump his ass by the creek
Fuck 12 hit the dash on they ass, 'bout to geek
And the pounds by the load, foreign plug and he Greek
[Verse 6: MoneyMarr]
Let's go
Talkin' that shit n***a, pipe up
Take ya bitch for the night and bitch gettin' piped up
Choppas gon' spark like the 4th, let it light up
Fuck with that OSSHWOP fuckin' his life up
Bitch I got two Glocks, John Wall and 2Pac
Smokin' on runtz and I'm servin' that moonrock
I'm a bad lil' n***a like Ronny off Boondocks
And the trap jumpin' loud like a muhfuckin' boombox
And they boofin' with Fortune and we 'bouta punch him
In the back of the club bitch, I got my gun (?)
Get hit in the back with a slug if you runnin'