[Intro]
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Damn Kai, you going crazy

[Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez]
200 cash, it's enough for two vehicles
Knew the fame to the fake ones, I been keeping this shit too real
New problems, new pills, new dollars, no favors for you
Took off at the same time, I swear it was a [?] run
I pray she give me space, I save her contact as "Saturn"
Can't wait to see that boy, Glocks in our laps when we don't dare run
Only thing we promised is going to jail, and giving money to a white man in a suit
My niggas in and out the court
Hope every one of them tear they ACL
How many shanks you got? (Yeah)
How many fights you had?
Where [?] met you?
Only cherish [?] like I'm from Marlborough
Rubber band the money like some cornrows
Tryna go off, that's a throw off, buy a lawnmower
Next week, for us, we double back and home invade the house
Fuck being humble, say "All you do is mumble"
I know a trapper with just one play, he like to hear pointers
Ten chains, thirty pointers, I'm going James Harden
I seen a lot of niggas change from [?] to being funny
He don't got no stain, they jumped him in the gang
Smoking wedding cake, yeah, but I forgot the rain
I fucked a french ho on the first night and I told her "Salut"
Diors, I got every pair, I ain't holding the fruits
Said, bitch, can we just go with the motion?
Said, bitch, can we just go with the motion?
Can we fuck on the low?
Don't put me on your close friends
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