[Verse 1: Rittz]
Strange Music in this bitch hoe
Ain’t no record label better, cause I said so
Tech ever said to get them ready, set, go
I’mma dead them, I can let them think they got the best flow
Think about tryin' me, just don't
Had to add another rapper to the death toll
They go making death threats and I'm playing 'til they laying
In the grave and they engraving "Dead broke" on your headstone
Stacking dough up like I'm breakin' bread loafs
And I'm seein' more commas
The more that I tour around the country
I be sticking up like I'm a sore thumb, you
Thinking 'bout sticking me, you sort of unfortunate
Cause I be ready for you when you and your boys run up
Poor son of a bitch, give us a board at the morgue and the core
Runner sent the shots toward right to the door of your 4-Runner
More money is more drama
Fuck it though cause I was broke up rollin' up
Coins gonna, make a bar or song
Hopin' we gone get through the storm comin'
So fuck anybody tryin' to strong-arm us
Rollin' over snakes in the grass with the lawnmowers
They thinking I'ma start ballin' and crossover
And I can tell the haters see we have success
Well we ain't on the same level homeboy
Looking down while they gasp for breath and all I heard was
Strange Music in this bitch hoe
Ain’t no record label better, cause I said so
Tech ever said to get them ready, set, go
I’mma dead them, I can let them think they got the best flow
Think about tryin' me, just don't
Had to add another rapper to the death toll
They go making death threats and I'm playing 'til they laying
In the grave and they engraving "Dead broke" on your headstone
Stacking dough up like I'm breakin' bread loafs
And I'm seein' more commas
The more that I tour around the country
I be sticking up like I'm a sore thumb, you
Thinking 'bout sticking me, you sort of unfortunate
Cause I be ready for you when you and your boys run up
Poor son of a bitch, give us a board at the morgue and the core
Runner sent the shots toward right to the door of your 4-Runner
More money is more drama
Fuck it though cause I was broke up rollin' up
Coins gonna, make a bar or song
Hopin' we gone get through the storm comin'
So fuck anybody tryin' to strong-arm us
Rollin' over snakes in the grass with the lawnmowers
They thinking I'ma start ballin' and crossover
And I can tell the haters see we have success
Well we ain't on the same level homeboy
Looking down while they gasp for breath and all I heard was
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