[Verse]
Hanging out the window, I'm a nutso, klepto
Big 40 bulgin', tell me who gon' really bust, though?
Heard it was beef, so I brought shit that got nuts on it
Preachin' the word, I might be Creflo, hell no
Shit gettin' ugly, might have to pour this Mello Yello
Sheesh, I'm riding with a felony
Niggas is jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy?
"The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars," bitch, you tellin' me
This 50K in real life, fuck all that shit you sellin' me
Everybody eatin', smoothie on Big Pun mode
Drakeo got that Draco, the fuck I'ma run for?
Everybody tough until them guns go blaow-blaow
Ralfy, you blindin' me, lil' nigga think he pow-wow
Big juice cup, lil' nigga, I'm magic, Don Juan, ugh
Man, these niggas with the talkin'
Poured in a foreign, oops, I almost Paul Walker-ed
Niggas thought it was a joke when I came in with the stockings
Hopping out the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne, I'm robbin'
Yeah, I'm ill, though, what's the deal, though?
Want to rep the Stinc Team, well, hop out and kill somethin'
Rollie on my wrist came from long nights of hard thuggin'
The acronym is F&N, I ain't really with that bar tusslin'
Nigga, fuck the studio, I'm really in the yard thuggin'
Pull up on Naomi, fifty niggas in the yard clutchin'
We all got Givenchy in my pocket
It's 'bout fifty niggas talkin' 'bout they robbed me
Bruh, these niggas so silly
In the field, rap ain't payin no bills, it's getting tricky
And on top of that, I'm poured and my fingers is gettin' itchy
When you see me in the club, niggas know I'm Money Mitch-ing
Wrist breaker in the club, it cost me a pretty penny
Actin' like they want to get me, niggas playin' like they with it
Shoot it with a pussy nigga, hope he find another kidney
Pouring fives in the soda, tryna buy another kidney
I'm a baller and she know I'll never call unless it's offered
Natural breaking gang, no, I'm never faking
I got gate scrapes on Maisons
My nephew named Mason, who really want to say shit?
What's that in your wallet? Shit, bald-head Jasons
Ridin' in all black, but the whip Caucasian
On the gang that I claim, I just made the roof brainless
That's the 2 Greedy Stinc Team, and we don't do no playin'
Wake him up, shake him up, chopper make him go ugh
Mayday, man down, I guess he thought he was Suge
Run up on Drakeo, shit, I wish a nigga would
He must not value life, but, shit, I guess it's understood
What's the deal, though? Man, who real, though?
It's the Ruler, everybody gotta feel for
Oh, you gon' ride for me? Oh, you gon' kill for me?
Pull up to this block right here 'cause we for real thuggin'
Boom, boom, boom, boom, let that bitch rip
If I could write a movie, I would recreate The Exorcist
I'm heaven-sent, nigga think twice who you messin' with
Givin' niggas hell, 'cause up top, they said the beds was full, shit
Crazy, ain't that shit crazy?
All this rap beef and sneak dissin' is amazing
Silly-ass niggas, please get your Bin Laden up
Woofin' to a nigga like I got a million followers
Drakeo, calm down, time to turn this to the Holocaust
Niggas know who brought the guns, niggas know who havin' fun
'Cause if I call you-know-who, you know the job is done, ugh
Hanging out the window, I'm a nutso, klepto
Big 40 bulgin', tell me who gon' really bust, though?
Heard it was beef, so I brought shit that got nuts on it
Preachin' the word, I might be Creflo, hell no
Shit gettin' ugly, might have to pour this Mello Yello
Sheesh, I'm riding with a felony
Niggas is jokes, who cosigned 'em, Bill Bellamy?
"The Stinc Team, they gettin' real dollars," bitch, you tellin' me
This 50K in real life, fuck all that shit you sellin' me
Everybody eatin', smoothie on Big Pun mode
Drakeo got that Draco, the fuck I'ma run for?
Everybody tough until them guns go blaow-blaow
Ralfy, you blindin' me, lil' nigga think he pow-wow
Big juice cup, lil' nigga, I'm magic, Don Juan, ugh
Man, these niggas with the talkin'
Poured in a foreign, oops, I almost Paul Walker-ed
Niggas thought it was a joke when I came in with the stockings
Hopping out the Batmobile, Bruce Wayne, I'm robbin'
Yeah, I'm ill, though, what's the deal, though?
Want to rep the Stinc Team, well, hop out and kill somethin'
Rollie on my wrist came from long nights of hard thuggin'
The acronym is F&N, I ain't really with that bar tusslin'
Nigga, fuck the studio, I'm really in the yard thuggin'
Pull up on Naomi, fifty niggas in the yard clutchin'
We all got Givenchy in my pocket
It's 'bout fifty niggas talkin' 'bout they robbed me
Bruh, these niggas so silly
In the field, rap ain't payin no bills, it's getting tricky
And on top of that, I'm poured and my fingers is gettin' itchy
When you see me in the club, niggas know I'm Money Mitch-ing
Wrist breaker in the club, it cost me a pretty penny
Actin' like they want to get me, niggas playin' like they with it
Shoot it with a pussy nigga, hope he find another kidney
Pouring fives in the soda, tryna buy another kidney
I'm a baller and she know I'll never call unless it's offered
Natural breaking gang, no, I'm never faking
I got gate scrapes on Maisons
My nephew named Mason, who really want to say shit?
What's that in your wallet? Shit, bald-head Jasons
Ridin' in all black, but the whip Caucasian
On the gang that I claim, I just made the roof brainless
That's the 2 Greedy Stinc Team, and we don't do no playin'
Wake him up, shake him up, chopper make him go ugh
Mayday, man down, I guess he thought he was Suge
Run up on Drakeo, shit, I wish a nigga would
He must not value life, but, shit, I guess it's understood
What's the deal, though? Man, who real, though?
It's the Ruler, everybody gotta feel for
Oh, you gon' ride for me? Oh, you gon' kill for me?
Pull up to this block right here 'cause we for real thuggin'
Boom, boom, boom, boom, let that bitch rip
If I could write a movie, I would recreate The Exorcist
I'm heaven-sent, nigga think twice who you messin' with
Givin' niggas hell, 'cause up top, they said the beds was full, shit
Crazy, ain't that shit crazy?
All this rap beef and sneak dissin' is amazing
Silly-ass niggas, please get your Bin Laden up
Woofin' to a nigga like I got a million followers
Drakeo, calm down, time to turn this to the Holocaust
Niggas know who brought the guns, niggas know who havin' fun
'Cause if I call you-know-who, you know the job is done, ugh
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