[Intro]
(Primo, turn this shit up)
Bitch!
(Primo Beats on the track)
What up, Primo?
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
What up, Ri?

[Verse]
Fuck a Scat, n***a, this a widebody Benz
Plug said the bricks came in, I told him fly me ten
One day, my mama caught me fuckin' on Siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was y'all n***as when I was broke and didn't have shit?
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and just cash shit
Fuck a verse, I need five thousand for an adlib
I just got myself blew off at a fan crib
Unc' caught a body in '08, his name Stan Smith
Counted out two thousand blue strips, now my hands stiff
N***a tried to rob my main bitch, she let the fin rip
Ten thousand dollars, all blues, that's a thin strip
Have her forty times, Gelato 41 called Thin Mints
N***a tried to flex with five bands, that's his friend shit
Unc' told me whip up a pie with the thin crist
Oops, I mean thin crust
Sixty thousand for the Caprice, it came rimmed up
It's really stolen, but you know I switched the VINs up
Ri, what you got stashed, 'bout a hundred-ten-plus?
Back to the ACG boots, we cut Timbs up
We need a touchdown on this play, hut-ten-hut
If you with me, that's my bro, n***a, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames bust down with the lens cut
N***a happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up ten ten times in a quick month
41 bezel hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem, but y'all n***as really can't fuck with my brother Ri
We'll both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-swing
We drinkin' Wockeska, D said pour him a shot of double green
I still drink it, but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Auntie called with an eight of red that came out the pharm'
I got a standard one plus the Honey Badger, came double-R
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin' car
No, I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' 3.00 with the double-Rs
Ran up some dog shit from shit-talkin', I ain't gotta sweat
Twelve-hour blocks in the booth, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Lean man, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pint
Shoutout to my brother Louie Ray, we still grindin', right?
I'm the Truth and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave you five, right?
I had to goal to make a hundred, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit got on, I'm a fly guy
N***as pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Caught a body with my Blood n***a, gave him high-five
I stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by (Primo, turn this shit up)
[Outro]
Like, what up, n***a?
Know what the fuck goin' on, man
Ghetto Boy, RMC shit, n***a (Primo Beats on the track)
Yeah, bitch