[Intro: Tay B]
Hmm, yeah
All facts, lil' n***a, hmm
Can't be fucked with, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Tay B]
I ain't havin' fun in LA, this a business trip
Drop on an opp, I hit his block and start sendin' shit
Fuck the cops, I'm only worried 'bout the witnesses
I can't hang around no n***a who don't benefit
Lil' n***a, this a Bentley truck, it's not a Genesis
Lil' cuz in the feds got caught with a switch and shit
Same n***as hatin', same hoes, you ain't missin' shit

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Thirty shows in forty days, then back to Michigan
It was local, now it's global, shit, I'm booked in Switzerland
The move I hit that lil' bitch with, it's meant for finishin'
You would think that cuddy starvin', askin' where the kitchen is
What the fuck's an L? You either get a win or learn a lesson
This a hybrid, when it get to E, just watch it turn electric
Thinkin' hoеs deserve it, your namе Deacon Ham from servin' blessings
Wocky in the Bimmer, am I German? Hit the curb and wreck it

[Verse 3: Tay B]
Mansion party, we got fifty bitches, it's just me and Tron
You think I'm only gettin' money, you should see the guys
Tell a freak ho come eat this dick, I don't wine and dine
Your mans died, you hit his bitch, boy, you outta line
You gon' let me fuck or naw? I'm Tay Dollar Signs
You got a handful of pennies, still'll drop a dime
If it ain't 'bout M's, my name won't go up on no dotted line
Before you get some bumps up on your tongue, you better stop the lyin'
[Verse 4: BabyTron & Tay B]
Play with me or mines gon' have you rockin' ties
Take a six and turn my cream into some Rock & Rye
Wrong place, wrong time, I am not the guy
Eyes on the backdoor, I told Tay to watch the side
Pull up to his family function, make him cha-cha slide
Golden-State-grew weed, it got me Zaza fried
All that prayin', hatin', but my fate, only God decide (Yeah)
Time to run it up a hundred times, make sure my Yaggas tied (Huh)

[Verse 5: Tay B & BabyTron]
I got a sexy redbone, she like dreadheads
Y'all n***as was laughin' at his post, now y'all mans dead
Up a pic spreadin' blues, made her legs spread
When I ain't in the booth, come cop, I'm the yeah man
I only hang with solid n***as, you got fed friends
Whack a n***a, make him how high, call him Redman
Ballin' like a Piston, neck lit, left wrist a Richard
Young as hell, posted on the corner like I'm Derek Fisher
I really been rich around this bitch, y'all just ain't get the picture
All these hoes dick suck too much, I can't even kiss you
Line of Quagen and a line of Trish, fuck around and mix 'em
Fuck them n***as, I shit on them boys, Dog Shit Militia