[Verse 1: Homicide Mikey]
I just started rapping
But when I turn fires on, I started trapping
The day you came out your mama, you started capping
A hundred thousand on the Plan, I don't do plastic
My white boy walk around with dog, he like Shaggy
White bitch said no more blues, she want addys
Bought my ex-bitch a wheelchair, 'cause she can't stand me
Upped the stick on my custo, thought he tried to ham me

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Shot the P.L.R. in the wood, and start a wildfire
Remember I couldn't stack that shit up, but now the pile's higher
Bro a speed demon off them percs, he a wild driver
You ain't get that Glock to pop shit, you shoot out tires
Me and bro playin' with dog shit, you got baby monеy
7,000 in my back pocket, that's my baby money
You can't get a punchlinе out of me, you gotta pay me for it
Back to back cats, she wanna fuck she gotta race me for it

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Last year I ain't have shit, now I got 80 on me
Lil cuz popped a n***a for me, gave him 1800
Fucked a hundred hoes in 1 month, I can't be ugly
If you a fan just speak, bro I hate when n***as be muggin'
I just paid 2600 for an 8th
I know it sound dumb, but I’m withdrawing I need my drank
I be sipping everyday, so I PP drank
Just hit a project bitch without a rubber, now my weewee stank
[Verse 4: Homicide Mikey]
N***a upped the gun with no bullets, he stupid as fuck
Treat his house like a dope fiend, I'm shooting it up
Hitting the road every other day, you ain't moving like us
Put the dog on the greyhound, made it move on the buss
Bitch say she wanna fuck and spent me, I wasted a perc
Killed her baby daddy next day, put his face on a shirt
DoorDash with half the grams, I take them to work
Christian Dior runners on my feet, I take them to church

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
Pressed the gas once and shot off, we on 7 Mile
You old as hell fucking young hoes, boy, you a pedophile
I wanted 10 for a mixtape, he sent 11 thou
Pop a n***a, throw him in the lake, we was at Belle Isle
1:1 Yeezy's on my feet, you can't cop these
I knew the bitch had some good pussy, she got [??]
I had to quit fucking with the liquor, now I pop P's
You can't make a hundred off of rap, boy, you is not me

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Creep up on his window with the Glock, yeah I'm tiptoe'n
My fanny pack ain't got a dollar in it, this a stick holder
He tryna beef, but always chasing pussy, put a bitch on him
I drop 30 shots in 12 seconds , got a switch on me
Don't give a fuck about the right side of my face, your ho ah lick on it
Seen too many n***as in McQueens, so I bought Rick Owens
Jumped out on a n***a in broad day, and dropped a clip on him
Been totin’ guns on my waist since 13, I think my hip broken
[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
Supercharger on my Corvette, watch me stab off
The doc’ give me a free pint every month, I got a bad cough
If plastic red going for 150, then what the glass cost?
My ex-bitch want her a new body, what the ass cost?

[Verse 8: Homicide Mikey]
Sold my fiend a half a gram of tar, but it was asphalt
I'm pouring Morton in my bathtub, making bath salts
N***as mad, cause my stash look like cash vault
Deals on the bricks, you buy one, you get half off

[Verse 9: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got numb taking 30s every day, don't think my tongue working
Tryna load a hundred in the drum, got my thumb hurting
How you drop a hundred sum shots and ain't hit one person?
Smart as fuck if the feds interrogate me then I'm acting like a dumb person (Ghetto Boys, BITCH you know what the fuck goin on, what up Mikey)