[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
Mucus in my backwood, it's me and Chris King
No, I don't wanna [?] no wok, [?] me a 16
Louie V covers on my bed, I have rich dreams
Don't sell dope to crack heads, I got rich fiends
I'm in Atlanta with the [?] and the blues on me
Brodie think I'm a handy man, keep a tool on me
Fuck a bitch, [?] act rude on her
Bitch ain't even like me at first, I guess I grew on her
I'm finna take over your club, it need a new owner
We all [?] come down [?]
[?] fucked up [?] needed a new doaner
Bitch said she wanted me to stuff her, threw some bluеs on her
[?] I only put in ten dollars, got a thousand back
[?] shit evеryday, where your stylest at?
I'm finna vacate on the beach, where the islands at?
Tryna find some [?], I'm out of town with your house on my left wrist
N***a tried to gamble with his life, take your best pic
Rooky of the game, but I'm coming on some vet shit
I just scratched twenty million views off my check list
But it's more to go, you only got a five, well, let's pour a four
I can take you to the trentches, 'cause I know the ropes
Seeing straight through you, pussy n***a, like an open door
The truck had too much weight, that's an overload
Beat a bitch down wearing Louie V open toes
One of the greatest in my city, 'cause I opened doors
Oh you want to be a ghetto boy? You better know the code
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Hop out the back of the truck, unload the load
I was searching for codeine, then I struck gold
N***a searching for his 30's, but they be [?]
I be [?] but they [?]
I never cap right
Your [?] should get capsized
[?] check the crash site
[?] money like a rabbi
Then smoke a n***a like a crack pipe
Then I kill the pussy, I kill the pussy, I think the bitch got cat [?]
[?] bitch doing things I don't think her dad like
Shit, I'm the one they warned about, no need to be [?]
[?] and a new [?]
[?] 7-11
[?] cracks when I'm toating this weapon
[?] pulled up and got the hammer busting
I'm a cold motherfucker, got your grannie crushing
Pour a four of wokhart [?] crush [?]
Keep [?]
If I'm pulling up, there's no question if n***as might pay me
[?] pint [?] then had a sprite baby
762 knock his melon off, but the 9 [?]
223 gon' bounce like [?]
I be running through your hood, you ain't got a stamp
Higher than a hippy, turn [?] to a lava lamp
[?] on top of that
Walking through the war zone, clean n***a, not a scratch