[Intro: Eddy Baker]
Ayy
Lil', uh, uh
I'ma (Don Saulo on the track), uh
Aight
Yeah
Lil' bitch

[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
Real OG, I'm original
Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those
Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O
Still roll around with them criminals
Real playboy, I got different hoes
Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode

[Verse 1: Eddy Baker]
Short-ass n***a but I got a big stature
X3 sport mode, gotta drive faster
Copped the holy Ghost, bitches thinkin' I'm a pastor
Powered by a God while I'm headed to the kasbah
Go Danny Phantom on a bitch, that's a Casper
She didn't see my ass in three months if you ask her
The shit that I'm smokin' got me spaced out like NASA
The homies tryna hit it, I don't think that I'm passin'
Bitch, I don't sleep, I just grind, I'm in hustle mode
Always tryna kick it at my house 'cause you ain't got your own
Bitch on my dick like my scent that Chanel cologne
Bands in the safe in the bank 'cause my catalogue
I'ma [?] skeet her
Caught a couple cases, you know that I had to beat 'em
Fuck your bitches up in Tulum and Rosarita
I ain't reachin' out for no features 'cause I don't need 'em
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
Real OG, I'm original
Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those
Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O
Still roll around with them criminals
Real playboy, I got different hoes
Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode

[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
Pull up to my n***as, we smokin' and countin' cash rolls
Fans hatin' on me 'cause I'm rich, I had to let it show
Bitches want a trip, ain't no problem, I let 'em hit the road
Bought four guns same day, I need to slow my roll
N***as talk shit all day, ain't that pitiful?
Big bank take lil' bank, now it's doors closed
I'm a Memphis n***a, I don't care about the peace, bro
Only bad bitches 'round us, you keep a cheap ho
[?] on that bitch, need I say more?
I hope a bitch son come up knockin' on this here door
930 Mossberg, send 'em to the sea floor
I think I'm [?] Yung how I blew up with this C4
I leave a bitch sad, now she lookin' like she Igor
Saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more
N***as mad as fuck because I no longer do chores
I keep a bitch for that, so be careful, it could be yours
[Chorus: Eddy Baker]
Real OG, I'm original
Wack-ass rappers, I ain't feeling those
Rolled up a blunt, I'ma diss an O
Still roll around with them criminals
Real playboy, I got different hoes
Bitch, be chill, don't be difficult
Headed to the bank to get some rolls
Can't sit still, I'm in hustle mode