[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: PM Capo]
Ridin' 'round with twenty trap P's, but it ain't for fent'
This n***a said he got big Runtz, but it ain't legit
These weird n***as stay on dick 'cause they ain't get rich
I ain't eatin' no bush, bitch, shave your shit
Smacked this loafy n***a out his Cartis, he gave me wit
I'll never wife a broke ho, couldn't pay me, bitch
Shout out to fraud, on God, that shit made me rich
Yeah, I'll tie a n***a up, make him hit a bundle
Damn, how you ugly and broke? Bitch, pick a struggle
Hit up Coney Island, burger hittin', make my pickles double
Paralyze a n***a, do him how they did Pippen's brother, ayy
Paralyzed from the nеck down
Bitch, you can keep that bougie twat, I want the neck now
Bеnd her over on the V, yeah, I'm tryna dent doors
Bum n***a brought his re-up money to like ten stores
Doggy wasn't tryna play his role, so he got sent for
I ain't arguin', I just say less, but I meant more
Brodie told me only chase the mug and not stress whores
I never drive a bucket, catch me shootin' outta X4s
Yeah, gang, we too legit
Ran outta attempts for the stoash, had to Uber it
Hit this lil' bitch, her head smart, but got stupid lips
Don't ask how much I paid for this watch, bitch, Google it
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Move, bitch, get out my way, I feel like Ludacris
Just 'cause you kinda bad, that don't mean you gettin' your coochie licked
Fuck some Benihanas, took the bitch on Jefferson and Bucharest
I been up rap hustlin' for three days, I could use some rest
So many chains on right now, I need two chests
I'ma need a notherfuckin' neck, I get a new necklace
Got the pussy quicker than a fuckin' plane ride, you ever flew to Texas?
I'm a street n***a
Forty racks on your head, it'll get deep, n***a
You ain't takin' shit from me, and I don't keep pistols
Take four 30s at one time, I ain't a weak n***a (Nah)
Blow your fuckin' head off your neck, I won't beef with you
Bae, I gotta get a credit check before I sleep with you
My bitch went through my phone, ain't have shit but MP3s in it
Perc' and a honey pack, just fucked a bitch for thirty-three minutes
I'm talkin' thirty minutes straight without stoppin', I'm weak-winded
A n***a throw a shot at us, we on defense
I swung on a n***a, Mike popped him up, they thought Timmy did
If a n***a got killed in 2012, me or Remy did it
I just made forty racks, why you waitin' on your stimulus?
I hate gettin' into shootouts when I'm high, I'm always missin' shit
Cali plug say he lookin' for me, I'm in Michigan
Just ran off with a hundred 'bows from an Indian
Seen my n***a say some hatin' shit and I ain't feelin' it
Makin' love to the pussy, attempt murder, I ain't killin' it
N***a, this is my flow, I ain't switchin' it
I can really tell you said some bullshit, but I ain't listenin'
Yeah, I broke my bitch heart, I ain't fixin' it
And I whooped a bitch ass at Walmart, you know I'm ignorant
[Verse 3: Young Dreaded]
I got a bitch from Pontiac, I got a bitch in Flint
I'm in Beecher right now gettin' my socks blown behind the tints
N***a, where your PPP? Where your stimulus?
Make sure you got more money comin' in than money spent
If you ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, it's irrelevant
Me and Cap brought this spice talkin' shit to Connecticut
A couple P's of Pink Runtz, roll it up and I'm inhalin' it
You try to sell me fake lean, you insulting my intelligence
Robbed every plug that I knew way back in 2016
A thousand-eight grams times two, that's twenty-sixteen
That n***a Young Dreaded on his shit, he doin' big things
'Bout to pull up at the chicken spot now and order six wings
I told the bitch I ain't got no kids, she still call me daddy
Bitch, me, Rio, and Louie Ray was sippin' red in Cali
I hit a lick in the town and got low and pulled up in the Valley
Don't make me call lil' cuz 'cause you know that n***a trigger happy
In CT, every city that's dangerous, I hit stains in it
I can show you how I blew past n***as, but I ain't explainin' it
Fucked a n***a wife and she called it an entanglement
I thought you had the bag, lil' n***a, where your paper went?
Where your bread at? (Yeah)
She like where the Stratford n***a with the dreads at?
That n***a came to CT trippin', got his head cracked
That n***a told on his mans, I can't respect that, nah
I was ridin' in the 'Vette with two P's and a shh on me
You know real G's move in silence just like bologna
When you make it to the top, a lot of friends start movin' real phony
Bad lil' bitch gon' throw the neck, but she don't know me
[Outro: Young Dreaded]
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