[Verse 1: Dedric]

I got some motherfuckin K's

I got some motherfuckin K's

What the fuck is happenin to the motherfuckin instrumental

That's sicked out, nigga I'm thugged out

Niggas on the motherfuckin corner got shot nigga, bleed on the motherfuckin neck

Say wrong shit I blow you neck, and I steal jack

Gangsta whistle make a torture

To ya ear, got the water nigga I'm stronger

Never did steal shit from a farmer

In dat way nigga I move forward

As my nigga got his daughter

Nigga ain't got the money

Gotta cross the border

Gotcha bitch warmer

Smoke a quarter

This weed for me

That weed farmin

Lotta money huh

Bitches my paper burners

And my gas burners

Rather nigga with dick shorter (if Dedric ain't got that cabbage)

Niggas easily makin slaughter (over that cabbage)

I'm the recorder and the performer

In the wrong order, fuckin up fake reporters

Hear in LIVE the motherfuckin realest ghetto reporter

[Verse 2: Bombay]

[Hook: Dedric & Bombay]

GYEAAHHHH NEGGGGOOO

What the fuck forreall

Yeah

Gyeah

Yeaaaaaah lil blooooood

[Verse 3: Dedric & Bombay]

Yo, I been strollin and writin my own lyrics on the motherfuckin way

To the drip, got lil bucks on these

Jordan and Adidas shit, that i be wearin

Ain't no rockin jus savin up my green for real, yours disappearin

Yo, i be strollin around publicizin

Real gangsta shit from the broke bottom

My nigga i been breakin bottles, yo

Yooooooo

Me and my nigga makin money poppin foeeeeesss (yooooooo)

Gyeah, what the fuck forreal

B-O-M-P-T-O-N (B-O-M-P-T-O-N)

Gyeah

Gyeah, Dedric and Bombay still

[Outro: Dedric]

Yeah that's right big Ru

Yeah nigga

What the fuck forreall

Yeah man