[Intro: Big Moochie Grape]
(JohnnyTurnItUp)
Smoking Pluto and shit, n***a, you know what I'm sayin'? (I feel like I'm loud right now)
I feel like I'm up there, for real (You know what I'm sayin'?)
Ha, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Big Moochie Grape]
This young n***a dangerous (Dangerous)
Bitch wanna fuck 'cause she know that Big Moochie Grape famous (Yeah)
I'm still the same n***a, can't nothing ever change me (Uh-uh)
All the real n***as gone, I'm the last one remaining (Last one)
Beast mode, bitch, and can't no n***a tame us (Beast mode)
Broke-ass n***a, go get you some money (Broke-ass)
Up in East Haiti we slangin' and bangin' (East Haiti)
Chasing that bag 'cause a young n***a anxious (Yes, sir)
Welcome to murder school, I do the training (Yes, sir)
Got me some racks, now I'm acting an anus (Woo)
White and rose gold, I ain't rocking no stainless (White and rose)
Young n***a with me, he'll leave your ass brainless (Frrt)
Caught me a hundred, feel like I'm Will Chambers (Will Chambers)
Real street n***a, just doing the tamest (Street n***a)
Shots out the K, got a lil' n***a flamin' (Grrt, fah)
All the real n***as gone, I'm the last one remaining
Since I've been in this shit, ran through a million dollars (Yeah)
Really been poppin' my shit, you can tell that I'm lit (Lit) and I ain't even got me a million followers (Uh-uh)
Ever since I was a jit, I've been with the shit, you can tell that a young n***a been a problem (He been a problem)
I went and got on my shit and I went and got rich, lil' n***a, lil' baby, I'm not a scholar, yeah (Yeah)
Ballin' up in L.A., championship ring on like I'm Rick Fox (Rick Fox)
Got on like three fifty up in jewels, bitch, I got big rocks (Yes, sir)
Gave my lil' n***a 'bout twenty K (Grrah), I bet he get dropped (Grrah, grrah)
And fuck your plug, I'm fucking with some n***as who got big crops (Big crops)
[Interlude: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, SAV killed it)
What up, SAV?
Ghetto Boyz shit, n***a
Mm

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I got no love for a fake n***a
I got four guns on my waist, n***a
Took a cap full of Activist, it taste different
Dumb as fuck, ridin' with a gun and got a case pending
Just sold a pound of Runtz with a Q, he'll shake in it
How the fuck is he the young OG? My face different
Before I buy a cake, I tell my fiend smash his face in it
Before I buy an eight, I sip it raw, that's taste testing
Switch on the Glock (Grrt), that's eight seconds
My bitch on the clock, mad as fuck 'cause I ain't text her
Bruh, I swear to God the drank clean, I ain't stressin'
Could've been signed a major record deal, but I ain't press it
Who you know made two-hundred by they self, n***a?
Who you know buy Louis shoes without the belt, n***a?
I done tried this shit too many times, I can't help n***as
How the fuck them n***as looking for me? I'm on Welch with it
I'm fucked up might buy a Glock and get the flicking at myself with it
Might buy a red camera to take pictures of myself with it
Still amaze me, I be havin' to listen to myself trippin'
When a bitch took her pants off, I kind of smelled Trist'
I'm by myself, I might buy a two liter and pour a twelve in it
I got a real plug, if you buy enough, he throw in a scale with it
If you see me with my double cup, don't bother me
What the fuck is a Hellcat? It's just a car to me
Ran up a lot of green shit selling collard greens
FN57, green tips, it's hard to breathe
Was finna walk out on the drink, but it be hard to leave
Rude as hell, just walked past a bitch, ain't say, "Pardon me"
Baby, I can't put the lean down, it's a part of me
Don't get too deep in that water, my sharks'll eat
Numb as hell, I ain't got no feelings, my heart don't beat
AK, it'll make your car stop, don't start with me
[Outro: Big Moochie Grape]
Yes, sir
Yes, sir