[Intro: Slump6s]
(Aye Nine9 really kickin' shit you heard?)
(Nine9 made it)
Yeah, yeah
Skrrt, yeah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Lately n***a been coppin' shit like shoppin' spree (Yeah)
You ain't talk no money, shit mean none to me, yeah (Yeah)
I don't even want yo' love, just want yo honesty (Yeah)
He try call me out, I'm like, "Okay, that's cool"
I see n***as drop out and go broke, should've stayed in school (Pfft)
Know the whole gang counting, smokin' Déjà Vu (Yeah)
I'm never gon' trust my bitch, hell yeah, she so damn rude
He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do
He wan'-He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do (Bitch, let's go)
I get the racks, shit simple
I want the racks, that's it
I gotta watch my back
N***as that want my head
You still in my head
Huh, drug got me MIA
I watch the money counter go
I gotta see this ho'
And my whole gang gon' go up
Countin' up green, like Yoda
Draco, all of my soulja's
Chains put that on my jeans
I had to go Cartier
You don't even know what that mean
Broke ass n***a, over there
Ho' wanna suck my dick, better not use teeth (Better not use teeth)
I just get geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa)
Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya"
Smokin' like straight out the bowl, 600 Khalifa
[Bridge: Slump6s]
Yeah, yeah
(Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya")
Yeah, uh-huh

[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Lean on me, lean on-, lean on me
Let that choppa sing, the choppa-, the choppa sing
Tell me what you see, when I'm geeked off the bean
I'm in the four-dour [?]
I'm in the SoHo, coppin' everything
[?], fucked up, got no drank
Slime run down, [?]
I got racks, what the fuck do you think?
I was in Saks, I ain't cop a thing
Lame ass n***a, you broke, can't hang
Bitch ass n***a, [?]
Yeah, fast car, Usain
Yeah, fast car, Usain (Yeah)
The fuck is you sayin'? (Yeah)
I'm in the west side, geeked up
Stay on your side, you suck
I got hoes, yeah, push up
Yeah, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
Slime got a-, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
Slime got a-, slime got a Glock, it's tucked
We gon' push up, leave shit fatal
Mark yo shooter off his payroll
I got a hold of that drank, case closed
Spinnin' like tornado
[?]
Three-hunnid racks for a n***a, get me killed