[Intro]
(Bang that shit)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
The streets'll tell you, me and Ri' been bringing rap back
I've been buying fent', that's how you gamble with a rap check
I tell all my hoes, "Stop playing, go and wrap that"
She ain't really mine if I ain't sat it in her lap yet
It ain't really yours if you ain't set it up and trap that
My young n***a been flying down with birds like DK Metcalf
Yeah, I carry all these lil' n***as, bitch, I backpack them
A hundred rounds, I'll shoot this bitch 'til I get back spasms
I don't sell to poppers, my users smoke Roxies off the foil
While we triple zip soon as we let that pot come to a boil
All that broke shit, that's the type of feelings we avoid
Only love my pape', I put all of my feelings in them 'Droids
How to cop a bag, spread a bag, be important
How to slam a bag, white man, Billy Hoyle
Got a bag, got a haymaker like Oscar De La Hoya
Get the beans from the eastside to Puritan and Coyle

[Chorus: Nuk]
It's a trait to know to move dope
The snakes been playing too close
Yeah, I bang Blood, but I lose sleep over them blue notes
I get high as hell like I'm tryna go to Pluto
I just dropped some Wocky in the glass, it look like Nuvo
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
N***a, all I know is redrum
I just slapped fifty on a handgun
Hit him and his mans with this bitch, that's an and one
They hit bro in his leg with the K, he can't stand up
But they shooter, he can't even hold his head up
N***as steady talking 'bout they sliding, got me fed up
Been putting rap money on n***as head, fucking the bread up
Hit a Rasta n***a up top, fuck his dreads up
I don't drink Tris, I'm either pouring Wocky or the red up
Pulled a lil' deuce out my pocket, I'm finna drop it
Hundred shots on the Drac', got it sounding like a helicopter
Don't give a fuck if a n***a killed my mama, I can't tell the coppers
I'm a real street n***a, I be nodding off 'round the robbers
Right now, I'm chilling, I'ma be sedated when the Act' settle
This n***a tried to slide out on a bike, I made him backpedal
The dogfood's paying good, I like the crack better
Them Ghetto Boyz been dropping everything, let a rat tell it

[Chorus: Nuk]
It's a trait to know to move dope
The snakes been playing too close
Yeah, I bang Blood, but I lose sleep over them blue notes
I get high as hell like I'm tryna go to Pluto
I just dropped some Wocky in the glass, it look like Nuvo
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Teach these n***as how to drip, Gucci everything, these my school clothes
Drop a hundred shots at the park, make the school close
All my bitches found out 'bout each other, need some new hoes
No disrespect, but I be in the red zone with blues on me
This ain't the same roll from yesterday, this some new money
Looked up, I just found some lines of Wock' for two hundred
This n***a tryna flex with ten racks, that's my shoe money
I'm curious on why you got a strap, you ain't gon' shoot nothing

[Verse 4: Nuk]
I'm furious 'cause why you got a strap? You ain't gon' shoot shit
I'm furious 'cause why you talking bricks and keep them loose nicks?
They curious how I designed my trap 'cause I'm the blueprint
Fuck my old hoes, I hope they choking on a toothpick
I'm just tryna fuck y'all lil' hoes, I keep it optional
They know I got a bag to carry racks like Kim Possible
Seven hundred grams, a thousand beans, wait, that's an obstacle
I be MIA, but never end up where it's tropical