[Intro]
(Fuck you Eli)
(Slayworld soldiers, up next)

[Chorus]
Your man's sweet like honey (Honey)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (OG's)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Toolies)
Oh you know you a foolie (Foolie)

[Verse 1]
We got that big gas in the tank, smokin' on moonrock finna faint
I'm in a real jet while you ain't (Bih), I want big pack okay
And I got lean lean okay, I'm with the chain gang keep blick
Movin' a backwood need a rake, movin' catpiss yeah it's rank
We got the big sticks where I came from
You n***as is a shame bruh, you n***as ain't the same bruh (No)
You n***as too lame bruh (Oh)
Pussy red like crab (Like crab)
Know I'm servin' tabs (Tabs)
Girl get off my dick (My dick)
Know I'm servin' pack (Oh)
Izaya Tiji (Ooh)
My wrist wet, look like fiji (Look like fiji)
Oh you bitch, you been teasing (Ayy, yeah)
I shoot guns, like 'еm BBs (Bought some BBs)
And I pull her, it's too easy (It's too еasy)
She pick one, eenie meenie (Eenie meenie)
Oh she only pick me
(Fuck you Eli)
[Chorus]
Your man's sweet like honey (He's so sweet like honey)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (OG's)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Toolies)
Oh you know you a foolie (Foolie)
Your man's sweet like honey (Like some honey) (He is)
Ridin' 'round and I'm with the OG's (With the OG's) (I am)
Oh you know I keep them toolies (Oh them toolies) (I do)
Oh you know you a foolie (Oh you know)

[Verse 2]
I'm at the drug spot (Spot), and I'm armed with a red dot (With a red dot)
You get harvested just like a crop (Like a damn crop)
We don't care but we will cut you dry ([?])
(Fuck you Eli)
Read the opp just like a label (Yeah, yeah)
Stack the cheese, then we put it on the table (We put it on the table)
Rollin' dice but lil' boy we do not gamble (No we do not gamble)
We do shit and we do it wit' my handle (Boy)
I gotta get my bankroll (Boy) (Nah nah nah nah)
I gotta get my bankroll (Boy) (Nah nah nah nah)
I gotta get my damn clothes, I gotta feed my damn bros (Nah nah nah nah)
Ayy, better not talk bout my damn bros
We turn you to air (Nah nah nah nah)
We got hella ammo, I'ma let that shit go (Oh)
[Outro]
Your man's sweet like honey
Ridin' 'round with the OG's
And you know I keep my toolie
Li'l boy you so foolie