[Intro: PM Capo]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Ri?
Playmaker shit, n***a, you know how the fuck we comin', n***a
Ayy

[Verse 1: PM Capo]
I'm in the studio, I got the blick on me
Whip my bitch ass and she still ain't never switch on me
Get it? She ain't switch, but she stabbed at me
Beat her doonies, bought her some 1s, she was mad happy
Heard a bitch was burnin', come clean, I just Glad wrapped it
Fuck it, I can't help it, I'm a sick bastard
Smell the dodie comin' through the seal, I had to switch plastics
Sayin' I was gon' bust for three hours, got my bitch yakkin'
Told her bust it open, got her shit clappin'
N***as said I couldn't find my style, but I been had it
I fuck my bitch, I ain't Kidd, just a lil' Madden
Made lil' gang hit his princess, think her name was Jasmine
Ayy, but shе don't know Aladdin
N***as only up on March first, he a ho for taxes
Doggy playin' demon off a Pеrc', he got smoked for spazzin'
Told Rio stop actin' like a jerk, let me hold the Challenger

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Somebody just got killed in my hood, I don't know what happened
Hit him in his face with the Drac', they gon' close the casket
Yeah, I know I'm a superstar, but let me hold the ratchet
Took off runnin' with the four-five, I was blowin' backwards
When y'all smokin' cigarettes, I was blowin' Backwoods
I was only fourteen pourin' fours of Actavis
I just heard a hard-ass beat, I'm finna sample it
Got three pints of sealed Wockhardt in the lower cabinet
Finna pour a four of Wock' in a twenty-ounce
I'ma stop talkin' loose when they let Woodie out
You would think it caught on fire by the way I blow the coochie out
If three rat hoes stay together, that's a dookie house
He caught a body, but he told, he a shooter mouse
Walk 'em down with the K, we don't shoot up houses
Ooh, I just found 10K tryna do my laundry
Relationship doin' real good 'cause I move on honesty
But honestly, I just bought a gun, I wanna shoot somebody
Do my dance with the PLR, I'll scoot somebody
Ridin' by myself, you always tryna scoop somebody
Caught them n***as sittin' in the car and caught two more bodies
You would think I was a cop how I one-hand the glizzy
Ghetto Boyz Entertainment, we stand on business
I'ma need three hundred for the drank, bro, my grandma trippin'
This n***a bought a weak-ass Rolex, it was channel settin'