[Verse 1: J.R. Writer]

What it do?

I keep [?] up on his toes

With a necklace full of gold

[?] when I pose

Any second, it's a heckler on your nose

[?] that's [?] on the road

Some coupes y'all never seen, so it really look like [?]

I'll do part registry

Got the jects tripping, 'cause the vet whipping

And the concept of something, they ain't test driven

[?] smokers

That's trash, shit, I get inspired where they throw it at

With your throwing ass, smoke that you pass

I laugh, you better off smoking some grass

All I be on is piff, but I skeet on your bitch

All in her mouth, like I'm really rеading her lips

Ain't no competing with this, any beef with the Dips

Wе will leave you in pits, let you sleep in a ditch

So

[Verse 2: Jha Jha]

Jha Jha

Can I get a two, two?

What about a BB?

Jumping off four lanes in the hummer, droptop in a GT

[?] ride down 965, with the 5, finna get crunk in the club tonight

Four niggas in the Lac, and they all got gas

If a nigga tryna flip [?] club tonight

Got Byrd Gang on my chest, [?] on my chest

[?] wrist and the neck

16 a piece [?]

You know, gotta get that money, [?] sweet like honey

All the fellas in the club go crazy

Tryna get Jha Jha to be they baby

Hold up

What you wanna do now?

You wanna get right, you wanna get fired up?

Now smoke that kush, [?] wanna get lined up

When I wanna get tied up, I can make the thing rise up

You don't even wanna start, keep going by the clock

Follow me in the Charger

Flashy, classy, [?] is ridiculous

Straight from the hood but spend dough like a richer bitch

Listen, bitch, I'm all about that paper, I ain't stunting you

You should take notes, 'cause I show you what it do