[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
N***a I can't comprehend when I'm off the lean
Took thirteen hunnid' from a n***a, he was off the green
I just got a pint for free, it ain't cost a thing
Peezy put me on some cut that look like coffee cream
Baby, I don't sell dope, I sell coffee beans
I could get yo' life snatched for the smallest fee
Can't play around with my new bitch, she gettin' all the D
Tried to quit the drank a hundred times, it keep callin' me
I'll buy you all the red, I'm a Hi-Techer
Baby, just throw it in the bag, you a price checker
I only eat Rally fries, I don't like Checkers
Threw unc' a twenty on the love, that's a nice tester

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I just got some Perc' thirties, I'm Destin Ross
They said the last batch was too cut, so I left it raw
I got a chip on my shoulder, come brush it off
The dog got a monkey on my back 'cause I touched it raw
Pull a pint of Act' out the pantry and dust it off
Pulled up on my n***a, drunk a five, then stumbled off
My bitch brought a group of hoes around, I fucked 'em all
If you ain't from the hood don't even listen, this jungle talk
Tried to shoot two straps at once, and blew my knuckles off
Louis belt was seven fifty, I punched it though
Bitch moved too quick tryna suck my dick, now the buckle broke
At the set buying Purple jeans, what you unbuckle for?
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
My n***a Will need some earring, he can't sleep in it
Sold dawg a slice of made cheese, I deep dished him
I heard you started off well but had a weak finish
Stuck my leg in the pussy, I went deep in it
Smoke a 'Wood, drink some red, now I'm replenished
Made a couple extra off the bag, that's a neat ending
Package touched, told him it ain't cut, made him resend it
Tear her pussy up off two Perc's, she can't defend it

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Finna send my n***a out in some blue jeans
I'm talkin' 'bout a thousand R's not no Tru jeans
Beat my bitch ass, then surprised her with a new ring
I apologize, the Hi-Tech give me moodswings
I can turn into a swiper, I need two things
A MSR and a EMV 'cause they got new machines
I prefer the red or purple, I can't do green
N***a you didn't get it out the mud, boy your shoes clean

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I just stuffed seven bricks in a padded locker
Unc' hit a line and fell out, shit catastrophic
I coulda' hit this shit twice, but I added nothing
N***as out here thinking that I'm broke, that's a bad assumption
N***a, I don't want your bitch, I got a badder woman
Girly pussy wet, ass fatter than a bag of pumpkins
I finessed him out the grams 'cause the bag was shrunken
Slapped the fuck out my bitch, she was mad at nothin'
[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, we still goin' dumb
I just had to test the work out, my lips turning numb
That n***a used to have a big bag when I was young
Heard he got high off his own supply and turned into a bum
Yeah, me and Mike special
Ran out of bullets in my gun and threw a knife at him
That bitch got a deep throat, I need a life jacket
I'm talented, I read my bars in Pig Latin and write backwards