[Intro]
(Good lookin', Dnell)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
[Verse 1: Wespalmrich]
Hit a nigga with a hundred dollar eighter
Like get the fuck up off my line, ain't 'bout the paper
What's the issue? Catchin' mag, this the fader
I'm 'bout that deep, got on my feet, I'm ballin', this the Lakers
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
If I ain't motivate niggas, I motivate my niggas
Brodie keep a stick, he was ridin' on probation with it
Mob ties, if I get smoked, one of my babies did it
Cannon I got flashin' in your face ain't used for takin' pictures
[Verse 3: TooDxpe]
Problem never scared to the head, I'ma face it, nigga
'Bout to load the basics, I ain't never been a basic nigga
Did a song with Rio, damn, I'm tryna get a placement with it
Made it out the dungeon, me and Dope was in the basement with it
[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your bitch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, bitch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button
(Good lookin', Dnell)
(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
[Verse 1: Wespalmrich]
Hit a nigga with a hundred dollar eighter
Like get the fuck up off my line, ain't 'bout the paper
What's the issue? Catchin' mag, this the fader
I'm 'bout that deep, got on my feet, I'm ballin', this the Lakers
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
If I ain't motivate niggas, I motivate my niggas
Brodie keep a stick, he was ridin' on probation with it
Mob ties, if I get smoked, one of my babies did it
Cannon I got flashin' in your face ain't used for takin' pictures
[Verse 3: TooDxpe]
Problem never scared to the head, I'ma face it, nigga
'Bout to load the basics, I ain't never been a basic nigga
Did a song with Rio, damn, I'm tryna get a placement with it
Made it out the dungeon, me and Dope was in the basement with it
[Chorus: Wespalmrich]
Stack it up, flip it, gettin' rich make 'em jealous
With your bitch blowin' exotics, what you sip? 'Cause this ain't regular
Yung OG can never bang a rats to get cheddar up
You ain't got a fifty strip to blow, then what you sayin' just don't register
My kids' bloody red, fours of red get dropped in 7-Ups
Diamond in the rough, bitch, I'm pressure cut, who pressin' what?
Huh, got a hundred tucked
Ain't show 'em nothin', make yourself an opp, evaporate you, I'm gon' press the button
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