[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(Okay, KMoney)
(Joey)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
I'ma take my bag to work, go, ain't never need no shooters
Hoppin' off the plane with all my racks, they think I'm D.B. Cooper
I just wanna walk around with racks, and n***as get offended
All my bitches rockin' Mike Amiri, not no Lululemon
Yeah, boy, them thousand-dollar jeans if you know the denim
Brodie say he wanna triple up if he go through Virginia
Boy, I go get plenty pape', bitches give me plenty face
She don't fuck with you because you took her on ElimiDate
Ride with Bookie in thе 'Wood laughin'
Boy, we got the hood slappin'
I get in thе kitchen and I whip me up a Bullmastiff
Ghetto little bitch, she wanna suck me 'cause the 'Wood smokin'
Told the bitch I'm right back to the spot 'cause the jugg crashin'
My bitches a lil' ratchet, I come through the hood taxin'
Brodie droppin' n***as, robbin' n***as of they hood status
All my bitches bougie, bad, barbies
They can look at these and they can tell they Peer Hardys

[Chorus: Nuk]
Bitches love a n***a that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
Bitches hate a n***a that be wakin' up in n***as' face
Bitches love a n***a that know how to make a bow curl
Spent five on her tits, now she got milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil' baby, what you on?" She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my bitch fuckin' all my bitches, she know all my hoes
Lil' n***a, all my bitches bad, so I can't just scale
Shit, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I been sellin' dope forever, n***a, can't you tell?
Don't ask what kind of weed this is, n***a, can't you smell?
'Fore I hit the cell, I instantly make bail, I can't stay in jail
I won't give a bitch a dime, but I'll pay for nails
On the mall with Nuk drinkin' a six, he throwin' up the five
Just seen my ex-bitch, I know she sick, throwin' up inside
Pussy, my cup bloody as fuck like when the cherry pop
I done took more headshots with the cannon than Jerry shot
Before you smoke the blunt of regs, we had a Larry spot
Bro, stop right here and throw the fetty out, here come the cherry-tops
I could have a hundred bricks of pure food and still won't sell you top
You can't weigh a whole brick up? What kind of scale you got?
I drunk a lot of lean today, that's why I keep on noddin'
I'm quick to ram a bitch like a hemi, then I gotta dodge her
N***a never took shit from Rio, I was robbin' robbers
My opps ain't got shit to they name but a shot-up—

[Chorus: Nuk]
Bitches love a n***a that be wakin' up and gettin' pape'
Bitches hate a n***a that be wakin' up in n***as' face
Bitches love a n***a that know how to make a bow curl
Spent five on her tits, now she got milk like a 4sho Girl
I'm like, "Lil' baby, what you on?" She like, "Boy, I'm grown"
Me and my bitch fuckin' all my bitches, she know all my hoes
Lil' n***a, all my bitches bad, so I can't just scale
Shit, I kinda love 'em all just like K. Michelle