[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Call me "Guap Dinero", yeah
Two bad hoes on Melrose, yeah
He so bitch, I smell those, yeah
Carry that ammo, yeah
Guy got punched like Rambo, yeah
Twin on point he can't go, yeah
Sippin on purple, sayso, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Fifty-one drums like Tango, yeah
Spin it right back like dreidel, yeah
She'll eat frank all day up, yeah
Just did all white like mayo, yeah
Shooter gon' shoot when I say so
Shooter gon' shoot, he on payroll
Cut that ho off, she go play her role
Soulja boy, yea, I got a big Draco
Send a nigga up to the angels
Don't push up with yo' chain, we take those
Switch the code, couldn't name 'em
Punch a nigga right in his shit like Draymond
Catch a nigga right in his hood like Treyvon
And I got shooters in the A, like Trae Young

[Verse 2: Osamason]
Tell my young shooter knock yo face off
Hurt my slime, and this blick gon' AWOL
Thirty days, thirty nights, can go all day long
And my twin in the cut tryna take sum
I'm geeked up off X all day long
Takin' that ho, now I'm feelin' like Trey Songz
Up the score, my shooter on payroll
Hella racks and we gettin' that case closed
With the Draco, do a lil' tango
Hit twin like "Where the drank go?"
Blow racks, walked in like a layup
Lil' 500 here and there
Yo' ho treat me like a mayor
Go-got hella gas in the air
Got X, Perc's sitting in the lair
Got twenty hoes, life ain't fair (Nah)
Spilt lean on the kicks, new pair
Hella racks, so I really don't care
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