[Intro]
(i- i- i love you)
(i-)
[Chorus]
Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah
Pockets are really so lit, yeah, n***a I'm really legit
.30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip
Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips
Don't try to test your luck
On the side, we ride with the drums
All on my live, she blowing shit up
She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb?
I think that I really had enough
Lil bitch keep tryna make up
My new bitch don't need make up
Lil bitch we geeked every time we wake up
I took a 5, then tried to take 1
Pull out the fire, yeah, I'm gonna run
My brother a demon, man you can't tell him none
No matter what, he gon' ride with the gun!
[Verse]
We gonna get your hit out, yeah, we gonna get your hit out
Callin' my brother, and he shootin' with venom
My pockets full of them sit-ups
Talkin' shit, but you know that we gon get 'em
Talkin' shit, but you know that we gon get 'em
N***a cornered with a shot to the chest, now he weak and now it's harder for that n***a to get up!
Don't you talk about me
I'm the goat, bitch, the OG
I'm rolling this dope, yeah I'm smoking OG
She suckin' my dick and she going OD
She wanna pull up 'cause I'm going to recede
Pull up cause I'm going to receive
There's wock in my cup, and some dabs on my jeans
Your brodie off them percs, and you be rolling with them beans!
[Chorus]
Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah
Pockets are really so full, yeah, n***a I'm really legit
.30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip
Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips
Don't try to test your luck
On the side, we ride with the drums
All on my live, she blowing shit up
She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb?
[Bridge]
(Yuh, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Refrain]
Give me a band, and I'm making it flip, yeah
Pockets are really so lit, yeah, n***a I'm really legit
.30 is right on my side, though, the way that I'm making shit dip
Yeah, and we be smokin' on all types of za, brother's still rolling them clips
Don't try to test your luck
On the side, we ride with the drums
All on my live, she blowing shit up
She keep tryna lie, like bitch are you dumb?
I think that I really had enough
Lil bitch keep tryna make up
My new bitch don't need make up
Lil bitch we geeked every time that we go?
I took a 5, then tried to take 1
Pull out the fire, yeah, I'm gonna run
My brother a demon, man you can't tell him none
No matter what, he gon' ride with the gun!
[Outro: Marrgielaa & ???]
"N***a got a n***a named Spoof on his tape, thinkin' that shit gon' go up. N***a got a n***a named Riz on his tape. N***a tried to replace me, bruh, you can't find no artists like me, bruh. You can't get yo new artists to push your beats like I did, twin. I got yo ass up bruh, I put you on, n***a. And now you gon' work with a n***a name Riz and Spoof. Like, what the fuck bruh? Fuck Rough Rider and fuck 1oneam bruh. Ay, Rough Rider bruh, I ain't gon' lie I'm coming for your whole family, bruh [?]. Ay tell em bruh, ay Rough Rider bruh, you scary as shit [?], they not even gon' know, bro, and he a hypocrite and his beats buns bro, Rough Rider, Rough Rider its over for you bro."