[Intro: G.T.]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Fuck they talkin' 'bout? We in the D right now
Philthy just pulled up (Funk or Die)
Ayy, I'ma take off right here, though
Vezz, you come right after me
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
You can never fuck my bitch, boy, you be penny pinchin'
I'm really up, I pro'd up sixty racks, it took me twenty minutes
My right arm swole, I feel like Popeye off a can of spinach
It's probably 'cause I got on two presis like I want attention
You know they finished
If I wing my actual ho, you know I'm hittin'
Deep dish Forgiatos, when I stop, the F's still spinnin'
My chain cost a hundred fuckin' thousand, man, this shit ignant
My bitch ain't got no waist, and when I fuck, I go deep in it

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, tryna slow us up, but we just keep winnin'
Them niggas sick as hell thеy broke, yeah, them boys need fixin'
Yеah, still'll grab a pint and I come remix it
Only had that Wraith for a week and I got three tickets
Rich as fuck around this bitch, yeah, I got all the shooters
Hit the club with dog shit, yeah, I'm a party pooper
A hundred thousand in my pants, that's why I'm hardly movin'
Yeah, we really ballin' 'round this bitch, them niggas hardly hoopin'
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