[Intro]
Tragedy with my n***a Jarren Benton
Cyrus on the beat
Shoutout to the whole Funk Volume
Let's go

[Hook]

[Verse 1: $Tragedy$]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
How many y'all pop out? A million
I'm tryna make a billion
Pull up, hop out, killin' em
Nah we ain't feelin' 'em
Eastside, fresh prince, throwing hoes out the front door, Uncle Phil'n them
Snakeskin shell-toes, call 'em reptilian
From the A, spend a lot of time down in Michigan
Fuck up the booth like nitroglycerin
Milk box n***as, have they whole family missin' 'em
Goldiggin' them, hoes ain't kissing them
Beat the pussy up then cripple them
This my year, my millenium
Pussy n***as grillin' 'em
Cause their girlfriend swallowed all my chil-d-ren
Mr. Benton, my whole brain missing
Pull a switchblade on a n***a then stick him
My mind don't work if my spine ain't twitching
No Dopeboyz spend their whole time in the kitchen
Yeah, tryna get dough like Betty Crocker
Throw a hatin' motherfucker out a helicopter
Got knives and choppers
Have it your way, like a BK Whopper
Keep it a million, swinging from a fan on the ceiling
Do a drive-by and we grill 'em
FV 2-0-1-3, bitch y'all hatin' ass n***as fuck with Mr. Benton