[Intro: Ruben Slikk]
Slikk, Slikk, Slikk, codeine
Slikk, Slikk (Finance, finance, finance)
Slikk, Slikk, Slikk, codiene
Y'all need to ease up

[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up
If you knew me like I know me you would ease up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up
If you knew me like I know me you would ease up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
Fuck n***as actin' like babies
Can't say the same, n***a ride Mercedes
You lame ass n***as outdated
How you fuckin' ho's when your dope fugazi?
CSBG trap navy
Mobbin' on them others [?]
Wrist game made the kid famous
Cocaine got my body goin' through changes
Ain't no registration on the stainless
Dome shots make your death quick and painless
All because you really loved the bitch
She done lined your ass up, she don't want your payments
I don't wanna catch any diseases
Got everything but head like Beavis
I put it in her titty, flexed up on a ho
Drip a k wad on her cleavage
[?] it ain't no secret
I took it from your ho and a n***a gon' keep it
Sippin' Philly [?] on blow
Twelve actin' like they know but they really can't see me
Bitch bought the kid a new banger
I put all high fashion on her hangers
Livin' life so damn dangerous
I'll really wet ya up 'cause a n***a ain't famous
[Chorus: Ruben Slikk]
They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up
If you knew me like I know me you would ease up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
They talking 'bout some ana, see me then they freeze up
If you knew me like I know me you would ease up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up
Get your mind off other n***as, get your cheese up

[Verse 2: Lofty305]
Posh gangster pimps mackin' ho's on some global shit
Stupid ass bitch shoulda known I wasn't no vocalist
Bitch, I'm on some other shit, grab your fuckin' titties quick
Then dip to the corner store, go and cop a zip
From my n***a Robbie [?] nah I ain't say shit
Yeah, you know we trappin' bitch, yeah, you know it's automatic
Pimpin' game immaculate, yeah, these bitches gotta have it
So they grabbin' on my dick, them coochie lips, I'm finna stab it
Doin' what I'm talkiun' 'bout, livin' what I'm rappin' 'bout
I ain't like your other n***a, bitch, I don't be actin' out
When I go out up in public, I will hold you down
Now you is my ho, girl, yeah, I'm finna hold you down, yeah