[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)

[Verse 1: BandGang Masoe]
Bitch, I'm on New Circle with two circles
Two straps, buffs on like I'm Steve Urkel
Draymond Green, a n***a play and I bet we gon' hurt him
N***as love to put on shows 'til we close his curtains
I'm with BabyTron, blew a dime, n***a lost his mind
Glock 23 when I'm in LA, feel like LeBron
A switchy on that thing, watch it spit faster than Busta Rhymes
They don't want us in the function, we committin' crimes

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
It's just me and mines, he play with us, that boy done waste his time
Been on the block thuggin' since DoughBoyz had "Grind 2 Shine"
They got a button on the back, that Glock was probably mine
And when them feds come around, I get too hard to find
Thеse n***as mustard, tell 'em catch up
Tеn-milli', that bitch automatic, it's goin' like a breast pump
I'm sick as hell with my double cup, I had to go get a check-up
This street shit get real, I'm in the field, n***a, come check up

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Ayy, it's just me, Mas, and Glock
Ride around with fah-fah-fah, we got three modded chops
Weapon plug got everything, he even keep Molotovs
You was him in 2020, ain't got three dollars now?
Shit, you ain't had no hustle, just a couple PUAs
When you really ballin', boy, the fans'll pay to see you play
Never goin' broke again, I understand Kentrell
Let us catch him noddin' off the turtle, we gon' crack his shell
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
Pour that motherfuckin' green, n***as movin' slow, Gary snail
Just hit a n***a main bitch, she was married as well
WST, n***a, I'm runnin' it well
I can't pull up to the Bronx, it's hotter than hell

[Verse 5: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
This shit serious, if you was me, you'd probably go and tell
Just banged a brickhouse on the phone with my dog, he in jail
Nowadays, we flyin' with the weed, we used to catch the mail
Bein' broke funny as hell, these n***as Dave Chappelle

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Bust open the mail, I'm finna break the scale
All this fetty smoke, open the door, I cannot take the smell
You the type to wake up at 12, still ain't made a sale
Everybody rockin' Denim Tears, I'm finna play the Pale
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milltia, long live $cam, you know? Hey

[Outro: BabyTron]
Whew, nyah