[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
N***as want beef, till we pull up with the spatulas
I want blood, n***as sick, [?] Dracula
N***as wanna take your shit, you try to tax us
But the price you gave decent, so let's run it up
A hundred up, you broke, boy
Let's keep it real
[?] before a deal
[?] remind me of him
Come and count hundreds [?] suck this dick
Got a gang of n***as running shit, like I'm Y.B.I
Haters tryna stop what we doing, like the F.B.I
Hoes charge you, we get it free, and I see why
Everything I rap facts, I ain't never lie
N***as can't fuck with us, why they even try?
I been running shit since like 09
I can fuck your bitch, you can't fuck mine
You'll get your head bust, tryna take mine

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ain't shit changed, I'm still fucking with the K9
[?] on jewelry, Imma save mine
[?] bricks wholesale [?]
Caught my bitch cheating with a bumm, and cut her breakline
These n***as think I'm done for, this shit ain't over
Still up the Glock and paint your face, give you a makeover
My fiend got a stacks refund check, I made him stay over
[?] pay day over
I sold him 20 grams of [?] put some [?] on it
Fucked the bitch and took her IPhone X, I had to [?] on it
Fuck stepping on the work, I put on rollerblades, and skate on it
Robbed the plug for a thousand dubs, and left the safe open
[?] you know the fucking gang
Told P I'm done robbing n***as, can't fuck up the name
You need to take that necklace back, they fucked up your chain
[?] fucked up the game