[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I just came to fuck, talk some shit with D boy
My car there, but I'm not, that bitch a decoy
Soon as the helicopter come, we finna deploy
If you pay me what I want, then I might speak more
Like I might hop inside that bag for you
Bro a vegan, I ain’t seen nothing that they had for you
She got her shit done years ago, I think her ass spoiled
Grab a pint of Don for me, I got cash for you
Real Money Counter, MINE entertainment shit
I don't got no feelings or her, I just like to entertain the bitch
It's some shit in that bag, you need to baby sit it
I sell this shit by the pound, you a eighthy flipper
I always had a Glock, I nеver maced a n***a
I’m a grown ass man, I don't chase my liquor
I don't usually do thе games, but I played them with her
She said she not leaving the kids, she gon' take them with her

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
She already sucked my dick, and you claimed the bitch
I only hit her ass once, entanglement
Hit a n***a with some shit the size of a bagel bit
I tried to take a n***a tip, but he ain't know shit
I've been balling all year, take a time out
He a rat, he don't live what he rhyme 'bout
Okay, he got his gun tucked, but shit, mine out
You don’t think I’m 'bout that life, come find out
I’ve been real since a baby, bitch, I'm thoroughbred
She like to play with my balls, call it squirrel head
Spent some dog shit on fancy, she was Merrill bread
Mike, you need to chill the fuck out, is what the barrel said
The gun be talking to me
I ain't nutting in that pussy, if I'm off a 60
Four Nicki my best friend, she be walking with me
Don Juli’ is my choice, I'm never off the Henny
Welcome to my side of town, we be stepping
I don't need no strap, my hands is a weapon
Ten milli, can't tell like the desert
I be talking spicy, habanero pepper