[Intro: RLSG BSmith]
I'm ready, you recordin'?
(Muddy, what the—)

[Verse 1: RLSG BSmith]
I know one thing for sure, I'ma get some money
And I'll bust a n***a head, he try to take it from me
We be poppin' seals of Wockhardt, we don't drink no bubbly
That n***a been broke for six years, he don't want no money
Even when I doggy dress, I'm fresh, I can't be bummy
If the police ask, you ain't get no drugs, you got a CD from me
You can get extra for that drug, let me show you somethin'
I swear to God when I do this shit, you better not say nothin'
They like, "Where the Percs at?" I'm like, "Who askin'?"
I'm like, "I want thirty for a 10," they like, "You taxin'"
When you live how I like livin', then you gotta tax
Ri, RLSG KD, my brother taught me that
My n***as ball ball
Remove the first B off of "ball," my n***as all ball
You need a cheatin' referee, you gon' need all call
And all my n***as put up shots, my n***as ballhogs, yeah
Roll around town lookin' good, blowin' on a 'Wood
Every little thing I do for Merrill, I really love my hood
I just got a brand-new AR, I wish a n***a would
.223, green-tip bullets, the cops allergic to 'em
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Look at me in my eyes when we talkin', you act nervous to me
Boss n***a, callin' all the plays, you a worker to me
This finna be a hit, bitch, it's me, Mr. Perc, and Muddy
Yeah, I killed a n***a last week and went to church Sunday
I'm a cough syrup bandit
The first gun I owned was a two-five with a pearl handle
We fucked the city up when A-Lee dropped that pearl Magnum
Take a n***a Gucci fanny pack and let my girl have it
This your last chance, bae, you better make it count
Bitch woke me up suckin' dick and made me smile
My work ethic gettin' better and better, tryna make it out
Have you ever stuffed eleven O's in a baby bottle?
My bitch strapped, just got into a shootout with my baby mama
Big racks, but, baby, I ain't bougie, I just ate McDonalds
N***as better get out the way, I got an angry chopper
Okay, now I'm bored, I'm finna go count up eighty thousand