[Produced by: Bewill & Kydnice]

[Verse 1: Roddy]
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
Fuck talking about, bitch be about it
They better ask about me, I been 'bout about it
I'm just a lil n***a in a wide body
Lame n***as better pay homage, this king Roddy
Bitch get this shit right
I know I'm that n***a, no need to remind me
They chopping them bricks, like Mr. Miyagi
She asked "what's better than pussy?" I said, "getting money"
The hood on fire when they shooting that thunder
And that ain't no lie
When I'm over that stove I know just what I'm doing
When I hustle that work, I be sticking and moving
Used to dream 'bout this shit, but this shit then came true
I'm feeling like Pac, I'm feeling like Q, bitch I got the juice, like

[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
Smoking one for my real n***as
Pouring two for my real bitches
I'm smoking loud, bet the neighbors hear us
I'mma pull up, you won't see who in it
I'm with a bad bitch and my windows tinted
She rolling up, she wanna get lifted
While I'm counting up cause I love digits
And lame n***as can't kick it with us
Bad bitches is chilling with us
In awe, you can never get her
I hope you got your own weed
Cause n***a, you ain't smoking with her
I'm too real I could never fold
I'm telling stories you ain't never told
Simmie the n***a, I'm stacking the paper up
I got hundreds that's hella old
Your bitch in my cellphone
While you were sitting home
Mac shit, I'm dropping the Rolls Royce after we get it on (Yung Simmie)
Cause you got a fat ass, and I had to give her something to sit it on
When I hit it from the back, make her look back, cause you know that shit just turn me on, ball
Jet Life 275 shit
[Verse 3: Kydnice]
Man, what's the deal? Yeah, we the real
Cutting edge feel like a Kill Bill
This the thrill you been on the hunt for
This the chill you'll roll a blunt for
I did a damn lot to get here
Used to play on the sandlot on the hill
Born down in Fayettenam to be clear
Still drill, down dimes while impaired
That's 3-D baby, you ain't seen me lately
I am not involved, and I ain't fronting like I got it all
But my fam got my back, I can never fall
Man I kinda knew this would happen
I don't know everything but I stay in the know
My boy from the N.O, we stay on the go
You snapchatting but can't capture the moment
Yo, what up Moe? Yo, what up Simmie? Yo, what up Chico?
N***as killing shit, it's kinda lethal
I'm tryna make a move to Puerto Rico
And I ain't fucking with no other people
Bout to make a movie with a better sequel