Stincs Got You Mad Drakeo the Ruler & Ralfy the Plug (Ft. Icewear Vezzo, Ketchy the Great & KrispyLife Kidd)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Stop playing with me, nigga, I'm not the one
Oh, I ain't hop up off that stage with the tommy gun?
I'll have niggas runnin', it's lots of fun
He tried to a run a four-flat, then that chopper hit him (Duse makin' slaps, true)
Two foot out, but one foot had to drive the Bentley
All that woofin' up in jail, we did not forget it
With a Russian rapper, but sometimes, he got the music
Some real niggas out of jail, show some positivity
Oh, you mad 'cause your bag gettin' short now?
That EDD can't buy you no more clothes now?
Two hundred thousand on my neck, nigga, roll bounce
The Stinc Team in the building, nigga, mope louder

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & Icewear Vezzo]
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
Thе Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
Thе Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
The Stincs is the reason they gon' put you in a bag
The Stincs got you mad, the Stincs got the bag
You are not from the streets, nigga, just rap (Drank God)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Bitch, this that pape' talk (Pape' talk)
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry, that's what yay bought (God)
Pop a nigga, we don't argue, let the Drac' talk
Oh, them pussy niggas broke? Yeah, that's they fault (Niggas pussy)
We already wanted smoke, we need any reason (Whatever)
Know them boys don't want no beef, heard them niggas vegan (Haha)
Ghetto bitch from the slums, but she Middle Eastern (Ghetto bitch)
Pop the trunk, open up that chop, bitch, it's killin' season
Rich nigga got it all, don't want no basic bitch (Nah)
They don't like us in the club, 'cause we be takin' shit (We be takin' shit)
Bust butter on my arm, it cost an eighty strip (Eighty racks)
Get a nigga whole crew whacked for a case of Tris, ugh