[Intro]
June, you're a genius

[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n***a, role call
You're just another pussy n***a claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n***a
Young n***a ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n***a
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n***as
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you

[Verse 1: Yung Booke]
Percocets only , don't be passing me no Molly (uh uh)
Just took back a ten, now I'm all way out my body
Call 12, fuck 'em, they ain't stopping us from wildin'
Tryna jack, a dummy mission
You can wacked as soon as you try it
I got stripes just like a Zebra
With the heart of a lion (yeah)
Got in the game to show off
Bitch I'm Dion in his prime
Day shift at the flame, I was tryin' to kill time
But ending up stand a lil' bit long
Cause the stripper kind of fine
Alexander McQueen me
Rocky night hoe free me
Sip lean 'till I'm sleepy
She fucked round & tipi
Big bad wolf, I come through, blow your house down
You probably could freestyle to this beat
Made By this Glock sound
N***a, you ain't fooling me
N***a came through, you ain't bust your gun
Lil' n***a, you ain't cool with me
You ain’t stood no block
N***a run no funds
You ain't go to no school with me
How the fuck you claimin' gang?
You can ask around them big dawgs
And these big nuts, I let them hang, n***a
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n***a, role call
You're just another pussy n***a claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n***a
Young n***a ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n***a
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n***as
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Cut the chit-chat, fuck it
We won't spare shit, I'm like go 'head bust it
Big dawg, big shit
One move, that's it
Only fucking with a bankroll
Kidnap a bitch for a case load
Shooters move when I say so
Paint that bitch Red like makeup
Pop shit, spend shit
Hold dat, roll this
Won't beef about no bitch
Hit both y'all, I won't miss
All this talkin' you tripping
Wit Booke so much started think I'm crippin
Big licks, gold mouth bih been ratchet
Bih play pussy, I'ma spazz
You ain't from around here, you cappin
And all my n***as robbing or they trappin
I don't want to link in nothin'
We are not friends and we are not buddies
Tell em just chill, you just want to kick it
Only fuck wit me, you just be a witness
Face card good in the hood like Ace
If you're scared, go to church like Ma$e
Pop a n***a top, no face
Put a opp n***a on First Fourty Eight
Can't go out sad, beat the case
We ain't wanna fuck, what a n***a think
Red bottoms, no bottom two c's on the bag
Tryna fake kick it, I see why they mad
Broke n***as always telling you what they have
We talking 'bout now leave that in tha past, bitch
[Chorus: Yung Booke]
Let 'em go, dawg
You really having pressure 'bout a hoe, dawg
They ain't say your name in that real n***a, role call
You're just another pussy n***a claimin yo dawg
Woah, big dawg on the block and you a poodle n***a
Young n***a ain't tryna go to school, he tryna shoot a n***a
Ain't no room on my team, we ain't recruitin' n***as
If you are not here tryna get money, I can't even cool it with you