[Intro: RiTchie]
(I don't think I can love you anymore)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Anyway, how? N***a, anyway (I'm worried about you, RiTchie)
Woah, woah

[Chorus: RiTchie]
Anyway, how? N***a, anyway
Shit we can really break it down, shit like plenty ways
"You gotta really plan it out", that's what many say
Just make sure when you cross your T's, that it's upper case

[Verse 1: RiTchie]
Seen plenty shit fold, just cause n***as hesitate
Or shit get watered down, 'cause they tryna polish thangs
If you like the way that shit sound, you gotta–, oh
If you like the way that shit sound, you got to let it bang
They be like, "No way, that ain't how we gon' play"
"Don't need the whole thing, we can make it more safe"
See what you sayin', n***a? What you tryna portray?
See, this the same n***a out here tryna—, okay
Ain't tryna conversate, we can say our adiós
That n***a sweatin' bullets like he doin' cardio
We ain't got time for n***as scared to maybe step on toes
Heavens knows, what’s the perfect timin'? We'll never know
[Chorus: RiTchie, Niontay, RiTchie & Niontay]
Anyway, how? N***a, anyway
Mm, mm, mm
Anyway, how? N***a, anyway, uh
Oh, oh, oh
Anyway, how? N***a, anyway
Shit we can really break it down, shit like plenty ways
"You gotta really plan it out", that's what many say
Just make sure when you cross your T's, that it's upper case (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Niontay & RiTchie]
I can't cross my T, I'm with my T right— (Hold on)
I can't cross my T, I'm with my T— (Fuck, hold on, yeah)
I can't cross my T, I'm with my T right now
I'm off pete's to pipe up, ho, I can't pipe down
You know I'm there in spirit, but I can't right now
Yeah, we was fuckin' for a week, but I couldn't finish the trial and shit
Why'd everyone get quiet? 'Cause we walked in with a loud and shit
This a real gangsta party, so you know you not allowed in it
I love my city ho, but she ain't nothin' like my Broward bitch
It's hard to not go get some money when you grew up around the shit
I'll tell you how I got it, but it ain't all from writin' raps
Hold that conversation, 'cause these time to fight him back (Ya dig?)
N***a tell my brother, tell my sister, do life for that (Ya dig?)
Think this shit gon' go like how you think? Got it right, n***a
Why you tryna tell me war stories 'round white bitches?
I would sit and attend your pity party, but got no time for that (No, I don't)
Bitch, you know I'm ten toes in, she got no time for that
Real n***as snake the 'sace shit and we brought it back, yeah, yeah, yeah (Anyway, how? N***a, anyway)
You can cosplay as real n***as, n***as know all the caps (Anyway, how? N***a, anyways)
You ain't got all the bags, obviously (Oh, oh, oh)
We on they ass, yeah (Anyway, how? N***a, anyway)
You can [?] (Shit we can really break it down, shit like plenty ways)
Ten toes in, n***a, all the raps (Anyway, how? N***a, anyways)
Yeah, n***a, ah (Oh, oh, oh)
[Outro]
(I'm worried about you, RiTchie)