Intro:
(Roh)
(Franco done did it again)
Yeah

Hook:
I told don't try it bitch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die bitch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod bitch
How the fuck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that shit, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue

Verse (Kyle Hippy):
Who the fuck gon stop me from popping my shit
Hotter than wasabi bitch, I'm popping, you just out the mints
Fucking thotties like a hobby like I get paid for this shit
Know some n***as who would drop you for a 16th and a pit
Know some bitches who would set you up for some dick and a pin
Why these n***as hating me. I prolly fucked up on they bitch
Counting 50s, 10s, 20s whole team getting rich
Know we made it out some shit so n***as hate us cus we lit
Hook:
I told don't try it bitch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die bitch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod bitch
How the fuck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that shit, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue

Verse (Duke Deuce):
N***as think they dead so we gon get back in the worst way
N***a gotta patch him up he gon need more than first aid
Anything I stand on a bitch gotta respect that
Ain't shit changed, bitch it's Duke Deuce AKA The Fat Mac
Folks hang that chopper out the roof he gon ratatat that
All these n***as do is cap rap, see his chain, n***a gon snatch that
Hey baby it's me ian really worried bout where your man at
Shawty gotta understand that

Hook:
I told don't try it bitch
If he want then know it's free but you gon die bitch
Oh he talking out his ass gon send him to Cape Cod bitch
How the fuck you gangsta if you homies keep on dying n***a?
That mean y'all ain't getting money, yo homies dying trying n***a
N***as cap a lot, they do
Say he with that shit, he only with it in the booth
He can't leave his clique, I'm mobbing solo with no crew
Stack it up, I count my money, Count so much my fingers blue