[Intro]
(Strew on the beat)
(Demons blessed it)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Cup dirty, that bitch need to take a bath
COD, n***a, you can't pay me half
I got so many offers like I'm goin' in the draft
A hundred yards, throwin' n***as eagles like McNabb

[Verse 2: ESP Dreez]
You know these hoes for the crew
Yeah, she love you, but she love me too
Made three hundred blues and I blew it
You show too much emotion, I don't think that you do shit
Fifty 'bows, put 'em in motion, lyin', sippin' on a potion
And she callin' me, she tellin' me she wanted me to swim up in her ocean
I would lovе the fuckin' bitch, but she said she triplе six
Four, five bitches sittin' in my fuckin' whip

[Verse 3: Veeze]
If I don't got my double cup, then I can't take a nap
I'm havin' problems steerin', this bitch neck all in my lap
I know the opps just lurk my page, they wait for me to lack
That lil' n***a broke as a joke, but it don't make me laugh
I'm the real Blood, sippin' lean, eatin' crab
I stay with that cash just like Weeknd and NAV
Re-up on the bags, spend a week down in Nash'
Motion Gang, rep the birds just like Taliban Bag
Brothers Only, wanna join, need a body-bag
Put a tag on his head, we'll pop a tag
You gotta drop him, I don't care if you ain't got no mask
CMO play with chops like karate class
[Verse 4: ESP Dreez]
Might pop the fuckin' tag and put you in some baskets
She dancin' on the fuckin' loot, I call it what an asset
You pillow talk to the bitch tryna make it make sense
I'm chillin' with the fuckin' bosses, talkin' business and percents
I throw the blues on the floor, now I got 'em thinkin' that it's fuckin' fake
They told me to pull up at fuckin' two and I'm pullin' up at eight
They smiled in my fuckin' face and said, "Dreez, you never late"

[Outro]
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