[Intro: CashClick Boog]
Latrell boys, bitch
(Tommy II)
(Fre$co, that's cold)

[Verse 1: CashClick Boog]
Call shots like the president, you can't impeach me
Score some tree from NGB 'cause the drink from Meechy
This bitch keep blowin' up my phone, I'm startin' to think she creepy
Off-White Jordan 5s on, it ain't no creases
I just came from BFA, my bank increasin'
Just signed a rap check for fifty, that thing was decent
He ain't got the pink slip for his car, I think he leased it
I don't ever leave without the strap, I can't be beefin'
You ain't never put a n***a on ice, in your raps, you cappin'
Walk up in the club with all this ice and attract the dancers
I been sellin' dopе all my life, boy, the trap be slammin'
If this rap shit don't go right, thеn I'm back to scammin'
Give a model bitch some wood, I'm a lumberjack
R.I.P. D, we spent hella money at Somerset
Cut into a bitch like, "Where your head? I ain't come for sex"
If she got big boobs, I'ma hump her chest
Thirty in the geezy, I'll squeeze 'til it's nothin' left
Why I keep pickin' up this cup and it's nothin' left?
I'll never talk to the law, even under arrest
If a n***a say it's on the floor, I'ma come collect
If Tommy II on the beat, the speakers knockin'
I'ma probably overdose off lean like Speaker Knockerz
Some thirty ponters in my buffs, just peep the goggles
Land in your town, sell my 'bows, then leave tomorrow
You got holes in your kicks, your sneakers talkin'
He don't hit the road and turn around, boy, he just talkin'
25K to ice my mouth out, my teeth is flawless
If she let me stick the tip in her mouth, I'ma sneak the balls in
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Five-percent tint on the whip, heard the people stalkin'
Oh, you syringe the pints too? Shit, let me get a needle off you
Come get the pills while I'm in town, I don't be here often
Them dead bodies got me paranoid, I hear mosquitos talkin'
Shit, we could dump an eight
We could pour another four, we could dump a tracy
Forty-two hundred up in Saks, I don't fuck with Macy's
Wanna hear about a n***a gettin' killed, I don't fuck with JAY-Z
Moncler vest on cost eighteen-eighty
I'll stretch a n***a in Walmart, but I ain't DaBaby
Bitch really think she gettin' off, but I ain't that crazy
Gotta move a hundred pounds by myself, I ain't that lazy

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
N***a, Ghetto Boyz