[Intro: RMC Mike]
Aha, hm, hm, yeah
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah, alright, alright

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I think it's time to get that money back in rotation
You got some pape' to spend, drop the location
If I do it, I'm goin' fed, fuck some probation
Feed him liquor like it's bullets, got him so wasted
I spent a pretty penny on my wristwatch
Every five years, these n***as change like hip-hop
Twelve thousand for the paint, came flip-flop
Bitch, I'm still gettin' money, ain't shit stop

[Verse 2: GrindHard E]
Me and bro sippin' drank, told him fill my cup to the tip top
Told the plug send them 'bows, he accidentally sent a brick out
When it's a problem, I can nevеr tell my nephew, hе gon' flip out
Bitch pussy loose, when I tried to fuck, my dick slipped out
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her— alright
Fiend walked up to my whip, I told her kick rocks
N***a put his hands on me like Will Smith, I would've killed him if I was Chris Rock
Unc' thought he had some straight drop, but wouldn't shit lock

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I'ma pull this gun out on you, I ain't gon' lip box
He a pair of big Bs, put his ass in a big box
Red beam on this Glock stick make your whip stop
You the type of n***a ask a n***a, "Can I rent your watch?"
(That's chatty shit, lame-ass n***a), that's a goofy move
I have my bitch give me sloppy head when I ain't in the mood
Put a silencer on the Glock (Pew, pew), sound like a 22
My lil' n***a a savage, he shoot people, he only twenty-two
[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Call Gramz to send a hit, he yell, "Hooty-hoo"
N***as'll crash about a bitch, that's what coochie do
Should I knock his head off? What would Boosie do?
Long hair, thick ass, pussy juicy fruit

[Verse 5: GrindHard E]
Spin a block, tryna line him up like a Rubik's Cube
He hit an eight-ball and lost it all, but he wasn't shootin' pool
Doctor give the scripts to auntie Faith for every month because she sixty-two
Bein' petty with the drank, I got a twelve and poured six twos

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
I was shippin' 'bows to lil' bro like they ship shoes
Stomped a n***a out while I was hoopin' in my gym shoes
Beat a big n***a ass, don't give a fuck if he was 6'2"
My n***a get money, but he can't rap, he like Big Lou

[Verse 7: RMC Mike]
How you out here trickin' with a bitch, but your rent due?
Police on his ass, I'm like, "Lil' bro, what the fuck you done got into?"
Wanna tell it all, but got nobody, I'm like who the fuck I vent to?
Takin' high doses of the Perc' and the Wock' 'cause I got issues

[Verse 8: GrindHard E]
Bitch physically pretty, but she ugly in her mental
Scared me, sent a text that said she late up on her menstrual
Cycle, told the bitch to beat it like I'm Michael
Bitch psycho, she'll talk crazy to you and try to fight you
[Verse 9: YSR Gramz]
Thought I was buyin' 'bows, but got robbed, I just psych'd you
Punched so many bars in, I might start a Flint cypher
You would think Roddy was my granddad how I piped her
Pussy fire, bitch went to jail, so I had to write her