[Intro]

Ooo shit, thats a Danny G beat

RJ always trippin man, RJ always trippin man

[Verse]

Geeked up in the club like im DDG

Spin the block hittin every corner like a DVD

Call his ass out on the play like a referee

Glock in the waist with a radio like a deputy

Gotta hit a couple cities up like I’m cp3

Like a rusty brake pad there ain’t no stopping me

Moonshine tasting in the rolls we in Tennessee

Birkenstock Nike socks that’s all you basic bitches wear

4 pointers on these diamonds like Issa square

See me in public and you won’t touch a hair

Shoot ‘em up like I’m Ja morant grizzy bear

Runtz in this backwood got me so impair

Now they see me up and they tryna get a share

War in this bitch numba two what I declare

Fillin up my

Alright

Fillin up my double cup with some magic juice

You actin so pussy sweeter than some apple juice

Been actin up road runnin finna drop a deuce

Mark off the victims like it’s duck duck goose

Going at you comin at you from all angles obtuse

Don’t know who I am? Bitch lemme introduce

2sap ain’t settle for last place no caboose

Fucked a bitch from behind ran pussy so loose

Money stack so big tha cabinet big as moose

Yo bummy ass ain’t got no pape makin an excuse

In life it’s either first or last, ain't nothing bitch i ain't gon lose

Finna drop some Jager in tha monster got me feelin good

You from tha suburbs Brodie you are not a hood

Troops drop in when I set a play they understood

Chop you up leave you on tha floor like some tree wood

Tryna get on my level shit I know you wish you could

Been in the dirt tryna make it out the mud

Cartier buffs on my face these diamonds flood

Gotta get yo signature on the play writing in some blood

Plug called the flip phone askin to sell some crud

Stay around my strap with a k like it’s tetherball

Tried to scam your ass found out your pape so small

Texting me on the ig sayin you wanna brawl

Super smash bros on tha switch playin as Mario

Pape so green it’s the same color as Dino yoshi

Smokin on exotic foreign green from Hiroshima

Hit you with the laser like it’s futurama

Know yo ass salty cuz you got some baby momma drama

Bank account boutta withdraw couple commas

Walked out the house in some slides and pajama

Just waking up gettin right to the motion

Pulled out the 7-11 cup filled with tha potion

Just like the submarine sip so implosive

Like a page in a book yo ass got flipped over

Trick or treat it’s only treats in this hustle middle of October

See you tryna rap like me maybe you could use some exposure

Dreidel man with tha special k, BLP Kosher

Reachin in the ash tray finna hit a couple roaches

Not in the trenches but nothin goes to waste

Holding up the trophy cup, dream I’m finna chase

Pint of yeah in this cup so dirty took it to the face

Mess up your dental from this hook leave you with some brace

Bitch