[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: SBE Mikie]
Finna get a nigga head-tapped (On the gang)
Throw his body in the water, wrap him in saran wrap (Ooh, Sav killed it)
On the Greyhound with a hundred-some grams, ain't finna mail that (Ain't finna mail it)
In a striker when we slide on the opps, we comin' Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt)
Twenty thousand, I just spent that in Chrome Heart (Chrome Heart)
Had to cut into my ho,she catch me cheatin', ain't got no heart (Ain't got no heart)
Glock 9'll hit a nigga engine, put your shit in park (Baow, baow)
I just drunk a whole pint of Hi-Tech, it got my piss dark (Got my piss dark)
I can't rock no cheap shit, I went to Johnny
In the hood with a hundred-some racks, they tryna find me (Tryna find me)
Four pockets, they got money, you think Baby tryna sign me (Tryna sign me)
Lil' bro still'll rob you out your shit, it get grimy (It get grimy)
Alright, I'm on Bryant still punchin' shit (On the gang)
Put my money in the ground and let it rot, duckin' the government (On God)
With my main ho Tuesday, Sunday night, I'm with my other bitch (With my other bitch)
Ain't tryna fuck, made her hide this dope for me, you gotta smuggle it
Where the fuck your pape' at? How you strugglin'?
I can't ride in no fuckin' Ford truck, we in the Cullinan (We in the Rolls-Royce)
Bro called me, said the pape' touched, I get to dougiein'
I just shit-bagged a nigga last year, he still recoverin' (On the gang)
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
New kit comin', bought a building for like six somethin'
Sorry if I come around, all the sudden your bitch fuckin'
I can't bring Chops around, he might flip somethin'
Woke up and upped ten thousand, this like six somethin'
That's like two 'fits or somethin'
Man, I fuck bitches free, you might trick or somethin'
Twenty for a presi'? Man, your shit might tick or somethin'
Rap so easy, man, it's like I got rich off nothin', okay
The windshield tinted so it's kinda fuckin' hard to see
Drinkin' on Trish, that shit kinda got it hard to pee
Havin' so much motion lately kinda got me hard— ah
Havin' so much motion lately— damn
I been havin' so much motion, man, it kinda got me hard to think
My bitch like the feds, bro, it kinda got me hard to cheat
I don't really post for real, so it's hard to tweet
Huh, bitch, you better have some pape' or it's gon' be hard to link
(Enrgy made this one)
[Verse 1: SBE Mikie]
Finna get a nigga head-tapped (On the gang)
Throw his body in the water, wrap him in saran wrap (Ooh, Sav killed it)
On the Greyhound with a hundred-some grams, ain't finna mail that (Ain't finna mail it)
In a striker when we slide on the opps, we comin' Hellcat (Skrrt, skrrt)
Twenty thousand, I just spent that in Chrome Heart (Chrome Heart)
Had to cut into my ho,she catch me cheatin', ain't got no heart (Ain't got no heart)
Glock 9'll hit a nigga engine, put your shit in park (Baow, baow)
I just drunk a whole pint of Hi-Tech, it got my piss dark (Got my piss dark)
I can't rock no cheap shit, I went to Johnny
In the hood with a hundred-some racks, they tryna find me (Tryna find me)
Four pockets, they got money, you think Baby tryna sign me (Tryna sign me)
Lil' bro still'll rob you out your shit, it get grimy (It get grimy)
Alright, I'm on Bryant still punchin' shit (On the gang)
Put my money in the ground and let it rot, duckin' the government (On God)
With my main ho Tuesday, Sunday night, I'm with my other bitch (With my other bitch)
Ain't tryna fuck, made her hide this dope for me, you gotta smuggle it
Where the fuck your pape' at? How you strugglin'?
I can't ride in no fuckin' Ford truck, we in the Cullinan (We in the Rolls-Royce)
Bro called me, said the pape' touched, I get to dougiein'
I just shit-bagged a nigga last year, he still recoverin' (On the gang)
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
New kit comin', bought a building for like six somethin'
Sorry if I come around, all the sudden your bitch fuckin'
I can't bring Chops around, he might flip somethin'
Woke up and upped ten thousand, this like six somethin'
That's like two 'fits or somethin'
Man, I fuck bitches free, you might trick or somethin'
Twenty for a presi'? Man, your shit might tick or somethin'
Rap so easy, man, it's like I got rich off nothin', okay
The windshield tinted so it's kinda fuckin' hard to see
Drinkin' on Trish, that shit kinda got it hard to pee
Havin' so much motion lately kinda got me hard— ah
Havin' so much motion lately— damn
I been havin' so much motion, man, it kinda got me hard to think
My bitch like the feds, bro, it kinda got me hard to cheat
I don't really post for real, so it's hard to tweet
Huh, bitch, you better have some pape' or it's gon' be hard to link
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