[Part I]

[Verse 1: Murda Mook]

Look, they keep begging me to come back

And do the battle in but I already run that

I got the handle, now it's time to get the jump shot

It's time to treat the whole game like it's young hot

Yeah, the sun hot, I got the sunblock

I run the spot, shoot a nickname fun dot

On the shot, pack it up like a lunch box

I told the heavy metal, never let the punks rock

Who iller than me, nobody, I'm hungry

But on these beats, I'm so cocky

So locky, I'm still on that bullshit

Come try me, hit your ass with the full clip

Top, show your little dogs how to move dick

You gеt your shit pushed when you try pull shit

Then I'll havе your body make you [?]

Badges and yellow tape decorate your lobby

I'm about to go in, no, not rolling, you know

But when a nigga pull the flow, time to get the ivy

No disrespect, I know I'm the hottest

I'm going over the hood like a coat in the closet

I don't give a motherfuck if you don't like me

Spit fire, yeah, try to give it up nicely

Then put it down, not the money, I need it

So now it's fuck you, if it ain't my money, I mean it

Nigga, I'm a murderer, mugging up the burn it up

Pop a shot, drop a nigga top like a convertible

No, I ain't concerned with them, niggas that be calling shit

If the label's fucking up, run up in them offices

Break all porcelains, that's who they check box

Start niggas CDs, smash streams on a laptop

One, the bread, fuck the feds and they snapshots

They just mad to see a young nigga hit the jackpot

J had 'em all wrong, I'm going to the mat lock

'Cause mat locker, them niggas, they got niggas rep drop

Fuck that, niggas squeeze on me, I'ma fuck that

Metal belly head, vice grips through his nut sack

Shit, and I'ma squeeze them 'til his nuts crack

And make 'em scream agony, I got the lust for that

I wear the gloves for that, so don't nothing match

A nigga run up on me, no, he ain't coming back

[Interlude]

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[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]

When I step up in it, I'm thinking Nazi

All eyes on me like a pazi

Stars get star struck like paparazzi

Riding in a Maserati with the top reese

Why you with the blue eyes like a Nazi

Haters, get your act together, this is not TV

Yeah, they saw me on the bottom, then it's blocky

But I feel nothing, ain't no bluffing

There's no stopping, why we shopping?

Go, baby, I'm ten, go get out a pot

If you ain't thinking mad, now we on a destin'

This ain't a problem, they saying, "Go get 'em"

They be like, "I got 'em"

Catch me on an island, in the water midas

Such a role model, another hundred thousand

[Part II]

[Verse 3: Cory Gunz]

People be saying I don't know what I be saying

I don't know, what, I'm probably out of my fuckin' noodles

He don't need to be playin' inside that we playin'

We inside, cause he's lying inside of his fucking pupils

If you would picture me, playing what I be saying

What, I know, why don't you try to be fucking [?]

Pull me worse, or it's worse, write a verse

With the cursive and each word in cursive

First the verse, switch the surface, kick dirt, who know?

Flippin' on shit like I know you though

Here to take you though, kidnapper who naps the kids

Like I'm an [?] who take you though

[?]

Can't nobody see nobody, people

Person pigeon point 'em out, he goin' [?]

I don't leave 'em crazy

So cocky