[Intro: Talibando]
Wow, they forgot that fast
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
ES7M, n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1: Talibando]
Me and Spud on the 7 runnin' heavy press (No cap)
Me and Rio fuck around with Art, just drunk some heavy shit
Smokin' weed, runnin' red lights, we on some Belly shit
Mix the dope with shit you never seen, this the telly mix
Yeah, somebody turn the stove on and heat the pots up
N***as hoes, all that tough acting gon' get you popped up
Probably make like fifty thousand every twenty-somethin' days
Gucci rain jacket on, I look like money in the rain
Fishtail in the Trackhawk, I just left out Ace of Spadе
More money, more problеms, tell 'em look what I done made
More problems, more choppers, anybody can get sprayed
I'll pull up by myself and hop out with two K's
I just bought a .300 Blackout for 2K (Yeah)
And we gotta pour the lean until it's dark as D'USSÉ

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm off sixty milligrams, I've been up for two days
Try to run off if you want, bitch, we know where you stay
Art and Bando just smoked like four quarters, 2K
So many extra clips, I can bust this bitch a few days
Two watches on, plus we got two FN Five-seveNs
Five-hundred-dollar pop, I could've dropped Off-White sweater
Got some brown, but my people tellin' me the white better
Locked in with Big Bert, my n***a, I'ma die pressin'
That n***a broke tryna beef, he gon' probably die stressin'
I got rich on house arrest, why would I cut off my tether?
Bitch got lucky if you heard Rio spent the night with her
First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta
First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Stuff a fat bitch with some pills, she need liposuction
Ridin' with a mini draco, that's micro cousin
Fuck a bitch, then leave, then text her phone, "I like your cousin"
Walk his ass down with two FNs with the light on, bustin'
You can catch me in the trap with the light on, hustlin'
Every time I go and serve Jake, he say, "Right on, brother"
Gettin' head while eating Ruth's Chicken, yeah, right on Flushing
Drunk a pint and popped two Percocets, I got a light concussion
Bando, let me see some weed, I'm finna roll a dookie
Talkin' to her while I beat it down, I control the coochie
Bro don't like to take me when they slide 'cause I overdo it
Run off on the label with a hundred, now I owe 'em music