[Intro: Juicy J]
Slob on my knob, like corn on the cob
Check in with me, and do your job

[Verse 1: Logic]
This bitch Nikki tryna get it
Castro tryna hit it
I could give a fuck, I’m tryna hit the show, who with it?
While my homie’d rather just fuck with this bitch come now admit it

[Verse 2: C Dot Castro]
Damn, why you hating?
She might fuck me for a ticket
I was just tryna fuck this bitch and maybe get some head
Crazy white boy bust in off his meds
Strapped up and this is what he said
“Empty the register right now or Imma fill you up with lead”
Shot himself in the head
Now I need some brain to take off the edge, yeah

[Verse 3: Big Lenbo]
Ayo we stopped for some petrol on the way to the show
N***a tried to rob thе place, shot himself in the facе
Nikki said she bout it down to fuck the whole team
Low-key sucking dick at a murder scene
[Verse 4: Logic]
I’m ready to get this bitch god is my witness
Sipping something feel the litness
Hop up and I feel the fitness, what’s it all about?
Got that gun in the back, run with the pack, man you know I’m out for blood
Yeah we run with the stack, nah never cap, and you know we from the hood
Ready to do no good, so misunderstood, who gon’ hold me down?
Heavy be my pockets but you know I hold the crown
Come around, if you with it I run it, I keep it a hunnid, I’ve been inbound
I got no time for these daydreams, it’s only real around

[Outro: Juicy J]
Mane, that hoe Nikki, mane
She a motherfucking thot dawg
What the fuck mane, is you crazy bruh?
Sucking dick in the middle of the convenient store?
After this old dumbass n***a, ran up in the spot with a mask on, and shot himself in the head mane
Come on dawg real n***as don’t shoot themselves man
Is you out to motherfucking mind mane?
Aye mane tell the janitor we need a clean up on aisle 6 mane
Talk shit, get hit n***a
Juicy J, Logic
College Park
We taking em’ back to 2011 my n***a
Smoke a joint mane