[Verse 1: Tripm0neyy]
Aye, 6 n***as, 6 figures, we in the 6 wit' it
Bad bitches, they sucking dick and get nasty with it
Typa n***a they'd get the bag and go stash that bitch
Came back with cash, know what, go stash again
I crash whips three times, but I ain't trip, though
Lotta times I done failed, but I ain't lose hope
I'm looking at this Roley, n***a, what you need time for?
I'm on my way to the pape, n***a, where your grind go?
We on a dice, I bet it all on ten or four
I ain't know they'd give me it boe, yeah they still did it, though
Got off track, like a train on the rail
Now I'm back on my grind, I know them bills in the mail
Then I pop a perk, so now not a lot of pain, hard to tell
Let me see that syrup, I can tell by the smell
And the boes we got, going out via mail
And you can tell a n***a bitch, 'cause he frail
I put plans together, I like to multitask
Same n***a from back then, with a bigger bag
I got my eyes open, I got a mission going on that only I'm knowing
I had to put the woods down, and grab the loose leaves
I had to put the Glock down and come with street sweep
These n***as know what's going on, when big Trip speak
I make it happen, for the days n***a's mind was weak
N***a
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
A hundred K ain't shit, I made a play for eighty racks, then threw it straight on my wrist
I gotta go and get it now, no, I can't wait on no bitch
Get to drankin' stretch ?, I made an eight out of six
Who would believe that spice talk could get us way lot of [?]
I'm bored betting on the game, 'cause that pay off the shit
This worker drop a free quick, it's coming straight off a brick
He lost his life tryna fight, I'm coming straight off the hip
Damn, we got Bam on the beat, this bitch a slapper
You n***as that got no type of hustle, your Mr. [?]
Fuck the airplane, we stuffed a hundred boes inside a camper
I keep a honeybun, for them n***as tryna [?]
Eh, she tried to lie, say I ain't hit, but it's on camera
I walk him down with twelve shots, this a standard
Boes in for twenty-six, you n***as smoking [?]
I can't trust these fake n***as, so it's just me and my hammer
The [FE?] in my best friend, can't follow shit you n***as do, because I set trends
The Glock with the ripples on it, it's the best gen
He tried to outrap the GOAT, I made him back ten
Cathedral's ceilings, marbel floors is how I'm living now
That drank ain't good for a n***a, but still can't sit it down
I'm getting money with them same n***as that been around
Trip, a n***a play with me or you, we gotta sit him down
No cap n***a