[Intro]

(Grade A, Grade A, Grade A)

Take a bitch shoulder

Finna introduce y'all to Lil Reuben

AKA Mr. G6, G Swig, me swig

Talk to ’em bro

[Verse 1]

Nigga, I'm clean as in detergent

Stunting on purpose

Throw out on some cocky shit, nigga I'm perfect

Pussy, you peep it, the red, black, green shit

Marc Jacob glasses ’cause I'm e-classic

(This is a Tay James exclusive)

Fly so classic, pocket full of plastic

Getting active with a actress who loves shagging

Magnums, baggage, Louis, ooh

He fruity, stupid

Jury on, taking pictures with a groupie

I move smoothly into the club like what the fuck up

Bars getting bought by me and I'm bout to roll up

So what's the hold up?

And there ain't enough liquor in this club

For me to intoxicate a female

You gotta give it up

Tell her tricks alive, so she believe

Just enough to do exactly what I say

When I'm about to catch my nut

But my money on, my money is extra on

And if you ain't getting paper, this is not where you belong

The life I'm living, rockstar bitch (Fly rockstar bitch)

Carseat and hash ’cause I sparked up

Retarded stacks, I’m heat balling

Display in the clutch, I'm Chris Paul-ing (Bake)

’Cause he balling and everybody know it

It's lit in the club, plus everybody smoking

Everybody drinking, psyched out, choking

Money in my pocket and everybody knows it

So what's frozen, the neck or the G Shock

The kush green diamonds, the necklace is on detox

Shawtie look bad, maybe I could hit her g-spot

Her man look lame, a bugle boy, he's the Rebox

3 shots down the drain and I’m rolling

Where the fucking waitress at, with my potion?

'Cause this potent, mixed with this potion

Could have a nigga dazed for days and I ain't joking

If it ain't the purple haze or blaze, they ain't smoking

I don't do the mid, my kid, I hate choking

Focus, back to me, myself, I

Little room, dressing room, the kid remains fly

I'm doing my thing, I am truly insane

Try to play me in vain, I'm removing your brain (Haha)

[Interlude 1]

You gotta go man

For real bro, go in bro

Alright

Go in bro, show 'em what time it is

Chill, chill

[Verse 2]

I got the respect from the hood, the hood from respect

That's why whenever they make a move I be at they neck

I feel so analystic, statistics analyzed

That's why my percentages come correct when baking pies

Making it, take it live

I fuck a bitch, kill a guy

Nigga just give me the bird and the boss is taking mine

But slut, I'm on my grind like sex work

That's why she hang off my every word like tax work

Call me Mr. Mister, fucked her with her sister

Tell the boy to roll the gun and go buy my elixir

Dranking little sips, that's why I got temper

Problems, I'll probably murk them as soon as they enter

A hot-boy, hot-boy, but colder than the winter

Wood grain, hood lane, touch it get a splinter

I am just a winner, an easy bullet lender

You can have it, you can have it, nigga go hit her

[Interlude 2]

Grade A, gangster

These niggas starvin' now

Murder everything now

That's lil' roof

It's lil' somethin', you feel me? I'm out here

So I'm bouta go, I'ma talk about bitches

What I tell a bitch?

Go bruh, lay it on

Nigga, shit

[Verse 3]

Might shed the amor, this door awaits

Waits to see how many whores this floor can take

Fate is victim to take place in times erased

Taste is remember to spread the love all over your face, face

I come from flyness, I'm fly as a pilot

No style, style just comes to me

'Cause if the shirt match the shoes

And the shoes match everything I got on

Then bitches, they just come do me

And I'm back up on the track like your ass right?

You niggas think you could have the fucking last laugh (Nah)

I'm in the black jack, blood cock, black ass

Shoot him in the head and now the nigga dead

Black bag

[Outro]

(Grade A, grade A, grade A)

That's all I gotta say

Like I told them bruh

It's the monster, aka Mr. fancy swag

This man right here and I am KC

These are your soldiers

We take it here, we don't lie

We got him, we got him

And my lil' bruh, he tearing this shit apart

Lil, lil boy, lil' boy

Fuck niggas taking over the station

Wow

And we the flyest niggas doing this shit, man

See over here, see them, them

Hey, like I said

This man, JID, goddamn, we boys around

Crush all you fuck niggas, fuck nigga

Fuck with us, fuck nigga

I'll say anything, check the chain

Check the wrist, check the feet

Goddamn

Hey what it do, it's your man Rosco

Now, you're tuning into the sound of DJ James, man