[Intro]
(Primo, turn this shit up)
Bitch!
(Primo Beats on the track)
What up, Primo?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What up, Ri?
[Verse]
Fuck a Scat, nigga, this a widebody Benz
Plug said the bricks came in, I told him fly me ten
One day, my mama caught me fuckin' on Siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was y'all niggas when I was broke and didn't have shit?
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and just cash shit
Fuck a verse, I need five thousand for an adlib
I just got myself blew off at a fan crib
Unc' caught a body in '08, his name Stan Smith
Counted out two thousand blue strips, now my hands stiff
Nigga tried to rob my main bitch, she let the fin rip
Ten thousand dollars, all blues, that's a thin strip
Have her forty times, Gelato 41 called Thin Mints
Nigga tried to flex with five bands, that's his friend shit
Unc' told me whip up a pie with the thin crist
Oops, I mean thin crust
Sixty thousand for the Caprice, it came rimmed up
It's really stolen, but you know I switched the VINs up
Ri, what you got stashed, 'bout a hundred-ten-plus?
Back to the ACG boots, we cut Timbs up
We need a touchdown on this play, hut-ten-hut
If you with me, that's my bro, nigga, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames bust down with the lens cut
Nigga happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up ten ten times in a quick month
41 bezel hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem, but y'all niggas really can't fuck with my brother Ri
We'll both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-swing
We drinkin' Wockeska, D said pour him a shot of double green
I still drink it, but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Auntie called with an eight of red that came out the pharm'
I got a standard one plus the Honey Badger, came double-R
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin' car
No, I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' 3.00 with the double-Rs
Ran up some dog shit from shit-talkin', I ain't gotta sweat
Twelve-hour blocks in the booth, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Lean man, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pint
Shoutout to my brother Louie Ray, we still grindin', right?
I'm the Truth and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave you five, right?
I had to goal to make a hundred, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit got on, I'm a fly guy
Niggas pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Caught a body with my Blood nigga, gave him high-five
I stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by (Primo, turn this shit up)
(Primo, turn this shit up)
Bitch!
(Primo Beats on the track)
What up, Primo?
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What up, Ri?
[Verse]
Fuck a Scat, nigga, this a widebody Benz
Plug said the bricks came in, I told him fly me ten
One day, my mama caught me fuckin' on Siamese twins
We kicked the door down, naw, they couldn't deny me in
Where was y'all niggas when I was broke and didn't have shit?
Talk about that shit we used to do, boy that's past tense
Now I can go walk up in the mall and just cash shit
Fuck a verse, I need five thousand for an adlib
I just got myself blew off at a fan crib
Unc' caught a body in '08, his name Stan Smith
Counted out two thousand blue strips, now my hands stiff
Nigga tried to rob my main bitch, she let the fin rip
Ten thousand dollars, all blues, that's a thin strip
Have her forty times, Gelato 41 called Thin Mints
Nigga tried to flex with five bands, that's his friend shit
Unc' told me whip up a pie with the thin crist
Oops, I mean thin crust
Sixty thousand for the Caprice, it came rimmed up
It's really stolen, but you know I switched the VINs up
Ri, what you got stashed, 'bout a hundred-ten-plus?
Back to the ACG boots, we cut Timbs up
We need a touchdown on this play, hut-ten-hut
If you with me, that's my bro, nigga, we fuck friends up
Cartier frames bust down with the lens cut
Nigga happy 'cause he finally put his first ten up
'Cause I done put up ten ten times in a quick month
41 bezel hittin' hard, got his bitch fucked
I done got so used to shit talkin', I can't switch up
I'm a problem, but y'all niggas really can't fuck with my brother Ri
We'll both knock him out with one punch, ain't no double-swing
We drinkin' Wockeska, D said pour him a shot of double green
I still drink it, but sometimes I be iffy 'bout double lean
Auntie called with an eight of red that came out the pharm'
I got a standard one plus the Honey Badger, came double-R
Pay attention, 'cause you prolly think I'm talkin' 'bout the fuckin' car
No, I'm not, bitch I'm talkin' 3.00 with the double-Rs
Ran up some dog shit from shit-talkin', I ain't gotta sweat
Twelve-hour blocks in the booth, bitch, I ain't got a lot
Lean man, bitch, it took me eleven minutes just to find a pint
Shoutout to my brother Louie Ray, we still grindin', right?
I'm the Truth and I tell my bitch the truth, that mean I'm lying, right?
Left hand kinda fucked up, I gave you five, right?
I had to goal to make a hundred, did that shit in like five nights
9K for this outfit got on, I'm a fly guy
Niggas pussy, man, I'm startin' to really think they got nine lives
Bitch, we came up in one year, look how time flies
Caught a body with my Blood nigga, gave him high-five
I stop and talk shit to the haters, I don't just drive by (Primo, turn this shit up)
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