[Verse 1: Indeux Shabazz]

What's the point of playing round with it when everybody in the town hit it

You can save that stuck up shit for the next nigga

Next nigga, walk around with that flex nigga

Torture rack like I’m Lex nigga

Straight off the jet fuel, Air Force vet nigga

Easy, I’m concern with my dead eye aim

Make amends for my grandma’s pain

Run a check long enough to heal every damn grown man’s pain

Sit back for ten years watch the whole damn thing

Head in the clouds, so high that I had to duck airplanes

Met my dame, bad bitch my twin flame

Straight cocaine, two bumps will wreck your brain

My flow insane, paddеd room, whips and chains

My whole life a scenе from 50 shades of grey, I’m out

[Verse 2: Rappin’ Mitch]

I peep, the screen so unique, came thru creep

Baby mama sleep, three fourth quarter mink, play for keeps, sheesh

My style, razor sharp clean neat

Not for the weak nor the meek, capisce

Tall nigga dog nigga off the leash, wide body jeep, beep beep

Bucket seats deep talk is cheap

Slaying every beat and every freak

Thank it’s ’03 selling weed out the Acura

Took a little bird number chirp her I’ll get back at her

Wars going on outside no pimp is safe from

You can be 5’7 or 8’11

Westside of Charlotte where product get super stepped on

That’s Donkey Kong feet, body armor sleek

Can’t leave the crip without a fleet

Nigga think it’s sweet step out for some eats

Trying to be discreet

Hit with the juicer get beat into a beet

My God, he was hit so hard, body came apart, guess he had heart

Too many lines make squares in your circle, all marks

Dry eraser board where shall we start, Floataz