[Intro]
(RJ Lamont got these motherfuckin' streets talkin')
(Ooh, RJ)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Damn, Mark, where you've been? Shit, juggin' on that road
My bitch claim I be embarrassing and doin' her so wrong (Damn)
Why? 'Cause I fucked that n***a bitch and put it in a song
Broke n***a shouldn't have been talkin' like I couldn't hit his ho (Broke n***a)
Sorry, baby, I know I got loyal pussy still at home
Let her hold my oven for me, she'll cook you n***as slow
Gucci hoodie when it's cold, we'll put you n***as on
Punchin' this, punchin' that, I'm like a bully in these stores
You a rookie, I'm a pro, yeah, bitch, go get your manager (Fuck on)
Say she wanna fuck me, hold up, let me check my calendar
All these bitches y'all n***as think bad, to me, they regular
She just want a real n***a with bands, and I'm not mad at her (Ayy)
Sticked up like a janitor, lil' n***a, fuck you sayin'?
Shit got real, huddle with my n***as like what's the plan? (Let's get it)
Ayy, fuck them n***as, run up them bands
When it's time, we gon' leave them n***as where the fuck they stayin'

[Chorus]
Ayy, run it up, n***a, we gon' get this shit
We gon' split this shit, even if it's fifty cent
You a silly bitch, why you tryna cuff knowin' brodie fucked?
Thinkin' I ain't hip, but I'm gon' play my role, I know what's up (Ha)
Cheat money, snuck the toolie in, fuck what crew he in
Up that bitch on the first n***a think he Superman
Ayy, slide for this 'fit, and I got pole on me
Worry for a week, but it don't matter 'cause that roll on me (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Good slide, told my bitch the shit, made my bitch the shit
I wouldn't hit your bitch, she's too broke, this that expensive dick (Yeah)
R.I.P. Jeff, ballin' Heaven roof, we gon' meet again
Still rollin', got it out the mud like a guinea pig
In the foreign with a lightskin and her conceited friend
Same night, knock 'em both down, never speak again
Pussy n***a hatin' on the gang, never seen a million
Playin' roles, take his top off like we deal wigs
Yeah, fuck every n***a we don't eat with (Fuck 'em)
All these n***as fake, they all hate, they all sneak diss (Ayy)
Pillow talk, talk down on they mans to a freak bitch (Lame)
When I'm the n***a kept this shit a thousand on some G shit (Ayy)
Merry Christmas, feelin' like it's Christmas 'cause that tree lit
Mama mad I'm at the family function with that weed scent
Plus the 40 pokin', she don't know this just for defense
Team man put that bitch out in the cold, know she gon' be sick, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, run it up, n***a, we gon' get this shit
We gon' split this shit, even if it's fifty cent
You a silly bitch, why you tryna cuff knowin' brodie fucked?
Thinkin' I ain't hip, but I'm gon' play my role, I know what's up (Ha)
Cheat money, snuck the toolie in, fuck what crew he in
Up that bitch on the first n***a think he Superman
Ayy, slide for this 'fit, and I got pole on me (Slide)
Worry for a week, but it don't matter 'cause that roll on me ('Cause that shit on me)
[Outro]
Woo
(RJ Lamont)