[Intro]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Double-R truck matte black with the Forgis on it
I tried to fuck a pair of twins, I had a horny moment
Sick a n***a think we finna fight, I had 40 on me
Ten hoes tryna fuck now, I got an orgy on me
Call of Duty gun, clip longer than Oprah bank account
Walkin' up on random bitches like, "Hey, can I take you out?"
Taxed dawg two hundred for a seven, took an eighthy out
Got some head from my bitch before she pushed the baby out

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Used to ride around with dope all day, I'm lazy now
Probably finna hit my pregnant bitch, fuck the baby out her
Used to ain't have eighty dollars, now I can spend eighty thousand
Why would I pay three hundred for a line and my auntie got it?
Put your gun down, I wanna shank somеbody
God blessed me with a gift, I wanna thank somеbody
Twenty n***as in a dopehouse, bro, this ain't a party
I'm tryna get dawg whacked, can I pay somebody?

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Completing all my missions, I can't die until I check the list
I just put the US White House on my right, okay
I just put the US White House on my bitch bag
The whip came off the back of the trailer, MSRP tags
With all-stars and made twenty million, I don't do brags
The P90 break up a group just like Joe Jackson
Why you pull up doing all my drugs if you ain't 'bout action?
Tell your BD come to your pent' and we gon' toetag him
[Verse 4: Ralfy the Plug]
They found an awful lot of guns in my mama couch
He be talkin' to the pigs, tryna run his mouth
I done bought Percs and blues from your mama house
I done sold more syrup than the Waffle House
These Givenchy on my feet when it's not the Sketchers
You lil' broke bitch need to stop tryna give me lectures
I fucked her for an hour off the Perc', I felt I had to bless her
Big 40 on my hipbone, n***a, I'm not no wrestler

[Verse 5: Drakeo the Ruler]
I just had to put my foot down, I'm a ho slapper
Slammed him in his brand-new shoes, I'm a toe-tagger
Told him if he reach, I'ma teach, he got shot faster
Slammed a pussy n***a on a boat for a Yachtmaster
Blew him out his boots, then we came for his socks after
Bitch got out of line, yes indeed, n***a, I slapped her
Flashin' gold bottles in the club, n***a, not Magnum
Sixteen felons up in coupes, we are not rapppers
N***a, stop laughin'
You never seen a hundred thousand cash, n***a, stop cappin'
I just put my wrist up in the air, we are not braggin'
I just did the greatest playcall, bitch, I'm John Madden