[Intro: Fasedot]

Sheesh!

Yeah, yeah, yeah

M.B.F

Ty Rose

Yo, yeah

[Verse 1: Fasedot]

Look, I long-dicked your bitch, gave her the mean one

I told her bring her and her friend, I’m tryna team some

Lay the pipe down on both, jammin’ to R. Kell’

Errybody all in they groove, come to my hotel

I knew Slim from the K, shit ‘ways fall through

I love my hood boogers vibe ‘cause they don’t cost you

I’m ‘bout to show y’all my hunger really gon’ flip mo’

I hear the thirst, buck it, always on the flip, bro

We call them lame niggas “IG lovers”

We headshot ‘em, and now you can’t I.D. brother

I’m from the gutter, where niggas always killin’ each other (yah!)

And every corner store got a Akhi in it (Word to Mother!)

Wear the pounds for the low, but we beat niggas

On errything that I love, I hate a cheap nigga

Always wanna go half wit’chu now on some weak liquor

Here’s half of the good-good - go run the streets, nigga

If your life not known, then what you cryin’ ‘bout?

Hear lames talkin’ real crazy on my time out

Back now, youngin, I’m stronger than ever

Split they ass down the middle, you can’t show ‘em together

It’s no playtime

Get it ‘cross the state line

I know they hate mine

I’m on grind mode, greatness just take time

I linked up wit’ the brody, he said, “Let’s bridge the gap”

I told ‘im, “It’s Brooklyn - I’m fine wit’ that”

I know a couple of real kings that’s down to ride

I call ‘em “Billy Boys”, nigga, that’s a homicide

I treat the rap like a 9-to-5, bottom line

Whatever you tryna sell, I don’t wanna buy

[Hook: M. Jayy, Fasedot + Cortez]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wish a nigga would try to play mine (I wish, I swear!)

He gon’ get the tre or the .45 (brrrt!)

Wish a nigga would (I swear!)

I wish a nigga would try to play mine

Wish a nigga would (oh yeah!)

I wish a nigga would try to play mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause all my niggas move when it’s time to ride (They on it!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause all my niggas move when it’s time to ride

[Verse 2: Cortez]

Yo, yo

There’s morals we abide by (uh-huh)

There’s not a minute I could spare

I got birds in the air - homie, time flies (brrroo!)

Feds clockin’, it’s prime time

100K large at the round table, seated wit’ the wiseguys (Yerr!)

Bodega, Modelo, Coronas

Find me in the Bay, but I’m on deck wit’ the growers (Facts!)

Through the vacuum, Ziploc, smell the aroma

Talkin’ good-good, open the pack, a whiff of the odor, yeah!

Consignment, made for the nose

I can hand you a samp’, that’s stank I could loan

Link for the chrome, fresh out the box

Find me on any block (Brooklyn!) - hold your own, yeah

Them dum-dums, so don’t try to fool me

‘Cause I’m plugged in, fire sticks, let’s make a movie (brrt!)

Shit gettin’ ugly, I broke it down to a cutie

Talkin’ nice red hairs, good Lord, she a beauty

Choppers in the closet, bullets by the boxes

Re-account the profit, receipts and deposits

Won’t lend a dime, 100 bands in my pocket

But I’m frontin’ like I’m broke, “Nah, fam’, I ain’t got it”

Woo! A thick blondie, deep in her guts

I’m on point, tho’, stash box, heat in the trunk

Down to my last dollar, I’mma keep it a buck

The Adobo, the Sazon, they ain’t seasoned enough

So don’t you dare try to play mine, night to the daytime

Bangin’ wit’ the Bulldog, but strayin’ from the K-9

Buncha fake fucks, frontin’ like they bang .9’s

DEA searched the whip - “Nah, Officer, that ain’t mine!”

Damn, so he posin’? He a fraud?

He gon’ die for my sins, I bring him closer to the Lord

Fuck a holster, heat tucked, it’s pokin’ through the drawers

R.I.P. graffiti tag, he posted on the wall

I am not you, papi

Stop, who clockin’?

I’m off the moon rock, but the fiends be moonwalkin’

Block rules, Glocks from the ‘Stuy to Compton

I got blocks - who coppin’?

Bet ‘em, ya tu sabes

[Hook: M. Jayy, Fasedot + Cortez]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wish a nigga would try to play mine (I wish, I swear!)

He gon’ get the tre or the .45 (brrrt!)

Wish a nigga would (I swear!)

I wish a nigga would try to play mine

Wish a nigga would (oh yeah!)

I wish a nigga would try to play mine

Yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause all my niggas move when it’s time to ride (They on it!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

‘Cause all my niggas move when it’s time to ride