[Intro: Stepa J Groggs]
Hey man
Why don’t you ever make no music we can turn up to man?
Trying to get busy with them ratchets (Swag)
Swag

[Verse 1: Stepa J Groggs]
Not worried about my appearance
More concerned on getting music out so y'all can hear this
More concerned about Parker's samples getting clearance (Fuck Clearance)
Yeah I wear Jays, but this shirt and jeans were in the clearance
Section 80 bumping in the tape deck
Best not rate this nothing less than an 8, bet
Your life savings, our music is life-saving
God damn p that shit is hot I need to let it breathe (WOO)
Swag YOLO turn up, that shit is played out
Classic shit is back so enjoy it now before your turns up
Don't be surprised in a year or so you do a show and nobody turns up
PG but this shit is really Rated R
Still pending hopefully the message will load soon
Injury Reserve mic check 1 2 1 2
We dope as fuck n***a how bout you

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Shit we just trying to turn up n***a (How bout you?)
Swagged up to the max n***a (How bout you?)
Got my pants on sag n***a (How bout you?)
You know a n***a DGAF n***a (How bout you?)
You know I started from the bottom n***a (How bout you?)
You know I only live once n***a (How bout you?)
You know I stay smoking blunts n***a (How bout you?)
Don’t worry ‘bout me (Give a fuck about you n***a!)
[Verse 2: Ritchie With a T]
Swag swag taylor gang Got my middle finger up
Yah I work at McDonald's but I don't really give a fuck
All my pay checks goes to pounds of weed and a pair of chucks
Mitchell and Ness snapbacks for bitches with the biggest butts
School wasn't for me, I didn't like being ordered around
I'd rather take peoples orders
Quarter pounds with a large fry
What else would you like
Gold all on my chain, gold on my bike
Well its spray-painted but you only got one life
I heard my new favorite rapper on the radio last night
That shit fucking hit, I'm ready to function
I'm trying to get lit until I can't function
35, fast food's now my career I'm like fuck shit
Got 4 babies out of all the girls that I bust in
My mom's basement is almost fully custom
My memories are just a blur of substance from all this substance

[Hook: Ritchie With a T]
Shit we just trying to turn up n***a (How bout you?)
Swagged up to the max n***a (How bout you?)
Got my pants on sag n***a (How bout you?)
You know a n***a DGAF n***a (How bout you?)
You know I started from the bottom n***a (How bout you?)
You know I only live once n***a (How bout you?)
You know I stay smoking blunts n***a (How bout you?)
Don’t worry ‘bout me (Give a fuck about you n***a!)