[Intro]
(RAF is in the building)

[Verse 1: Sethii Shmactt]
We them n***as in the town
Got your bitch up in the back and you know I broke her down
I ain't smoking by the ounce, bitch, I'm smoking the pound
Got the bucks and I'm out, get the [?] and I bounce
Ayy, bitch, stop playing
Choosing ain't free, lil' bitch, start paying
N***as do a lot of talking, give a fuck 'bout what they saying
I just poured me up a four, it got me feeling like the man, damn
They like, "Sethii, why your eyes like that?" Ayy
"Damn, Sethii, why your life that?"
I be smoking on the dope, that's why my eyes like that
Fat forty on my waist, blow your eyes right back
Chose up for the P, bitch, I need that fee
She gon' [?] a couple [?] for the team
And I got some n***as mad, know they plotting on me
I ain't tripping, bitch, you know I keep a [?] on me
Bankrolls in the bag, keep the gualla on me
Chop like a side bitch, it gotta stay lowkey
Bitch, stack it up where the roof is
Play me like a fool, on my mama you's a doofus
Ayy, and I hit her with the strip talk
Blue strips all up in my pockets, that's the Crip walk
Break her down then I pass her off, that's the Chris Paul
Stuff a Wood, take it to the neck, watch me lift off, bitch
[Verse 2: E. Corleone]
Big dope, big smoke, watch me lift off
MOB got these sucker n***as pissed off
Watch me pull up to the scene, watch me drift off
Come through flexing over here, n***as get picked
Bitch, we them n***as talking cash though
Big bands, getting to the cake like a fat ho
That chopper hit him, make him lean back, call him Fat Joe
Lil' n***a, better tuck them chains 'fore they get snagged off
We don't know you, back back 'fore you get blast on
MOB, twenty n***as, twenty masks on
I been running up a check, got the guap coming
Wanna get tied in with the mob, n***a, drop something
I need the fee, I need it all right now
She do the check and do the neck, I get my nut in her mouth
And if you looking for some work then hit my phone right now
And, n***a, fuck who up next, I'ma ball right now

[Verse 3: Fitz]
Fitz gon' get rich or die trying, count these hundreds 'til my heart stop
Cut her off after she give neck, I call that drop top
Balling like a Raider, in the field just like I'm Marshawn
Missiles like the Navy, bitch, you sliding like the Cha Cha
Mr. Don Dada, Corleone the godfather
You the boy who cried wolf, I can tell you want no problems
Red bottoms [?], the bitch gon' bust it like piñata
Sethii Shmactt be my slime, sharpshooter, Black Mamba
Play it smart, lil' n***a, you don't wanna see that candlelight
Your family gon' be sending out them hearts just like it's Valentine's
Got extra hella clips for n***as thinking that they [?]
I turned a schoolgirl to a goer, now her [?] right, n***a