[Intro]
(MIA JAY C)
(KCG, boy, you killin' 'em)

[Verse 1: CashClick Boog]
I just watched my dog turn to a hater, it hurt me
Her head good, but her ass small, I'll pay for the surgery
It's like I'm racin' to the cake, get the pape' in a hurry
Let my money make more money for me, I ain't gotta worry
N***a disrespect Clip, four-nick'll drop him
It be hard for me to quit the lean, I got sippin' problems
I don't got shit for groupie bitches, just dick to swallow
Ain't used to have shit, now I can count up a million dollars
That's an awful lot of lean, let me get a swallow
Just got word from your bitch you a pillow talker
In the streets makin' deals, the labels ain't got no deals to offеr
They let us in the club with a strap, bro concеaled the Mossberg
Bitch, my Rollie dancin'
Gettin' back M's from Empire and OnlyFans checks
Right now I'm in the studio with Whites, he like, "You just sayin' shit"
Up three hundred racks on the 'Gram, this a huge advance, man
On 680 in back-to-back coupes, that's just how we playin' shit
My plug say he ain't got no more juice, I'm 'bout to catch a tantrum
When you hear the engine go vroom, that mean the 'Vette just vanished
MIA JAY, you a fool, 'cause this beat is slammin'
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
You a cappin'-ass n***a, where them hundred bands at?
This n***a really took off runnin', where my FN at?
If Boog put a twenty on his head, I'm addin' ten with that
Really rap, but off a fuckin' stream check, I don't depend on that
This n***a actin' like a goon, I got a ten for that
Ten milli', hit the n***a in his leg, now he can't feel his back
Got me fucked up, I don't want nan' one of my ex-bitches back
Finna drink a whole pint of Wockhardt, it's me and Midget Mack
It ain't hard at all to catch an M1, just pull the trigger back
Send my bitch to get this eight of Wock', she brought some liquor back
I know she fuckin' with a broke n***a, she brought Swishers back
The baddest bitch I know hoed me in eighth grade and I remember that
We still at E crib down the street from where the 'spital at
With a thick heart-shaped booty, it was pillow flat
A n***a never made Da Yung OG buy his pistol back
One day, my strap came up missin', that got my n***a whacked
I just drunk a clean six of red and threw a Skittle back
They gave unc' twelve in the feds, he threw a nickel back
Me and Boogz came four, four, four, we had a sippin' match
Three switches, two Dracs, and one AR, that's where we chillin' at

[Verse 3: Bla$ta]
(Bla$ta)
I'm too turnt to talk to you, where the killers at?
Ho, this GP, no reggie, no "Where the pickles at?"
Lit a n***a 'Wood, then left resi where the ceiling at
On the 'Gram, all headshots like the bitch fat
V10, we can spin, I'm on run flats
Me and Boog got the city, they ain't want that
On the West Coast, free Rio, made the bitch scream that
Huh, every time, I sip Wock', bring that one drink back
My clan hardbodied, n***as softer than a beanbag
I was blowin' gas 'fore a n***a had a Dreamcast
In the field with them Yankees, hardball, you gotta think fast
Probably a Bandicoot, he'll motherfuckin' crash
Dog ain't on shit, know hella n***as you ran on
Thirty with a switch, before you dodge 'em, I'ma ram home
I'm known to blast a n***a with this cannon if you play it wrong
North n***a all in Michigan with fifty grand on
Fuck they hollerin'? I be spinnin' like the fan on
This bitch gon' blow it on her knees like she prayin' wrong
I'ma respect the game and put my man on
I think her pussy get the wettest when a n***a bring them bands home
Huh, he ain't stand up, the n***a ran home
My name hot up in the streets, I left the pan on
Slammed a bitch and her mama, so fuck the friendzone
And you ain't score until you brought it to the end zone
[Outro]
(I hear you, JAY C)