[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: PM Capo]

Ridin' 'round with twenty trap P's, but it ain't for fent'

This nigga said he got big Runtz, but it ain't legit

These weird niggas stay on dick 'cause they ain't get rich

I ain't eatin' no bush, bitch, shave your shit

Smacked this loafy nigga out his Cartis, he gave me wit

I'll never wife a broke ho, couldn't pay me, bitch

Shout out to fraud, on God, that shit made me rich

Yeah, I'll tie a nigga up, make him hit a bundle

Damn, how you ugly and broke? Bitch, pick a struggle

Hit up Coney Island, burger hittin', make my pickles double

Paralyze a nigga, do him how they did Pippen's brother, ayy

Paralyzed from the nеck down

Bitch, you can keep that bougie twat, I want the neck now

Bеnd her over on the V, yeah, I'm tryna dent doors

Bum nigga brought his re-up money to like ten stores

Doggy wasn't tryna play his role, so he got sent for

I ain't arguin', I just say less, but I meant more

Brodie told me only chase the mug and not stress whores

I never drive a bucket, catch me shootin' outta X4s

Yeah, gang, we too legit

Ran outta attempts for the stoash, had to Uber it

Hit this lil' bitch, her head smart, but got stupid lips

Don't ask how much I paid for this watch, bitch, Google it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

Move, bitch, get out my way, I feel like Ludacris

Just 'cause you kinda bad, that don't mean you gettin' your coochie licked

Fuck some Benihanas, took the bitch on Jefferson and Bucharest

I been up rap hustlin' for three days, I could use some rest

So many chains on right now, I need two chests

I'ma need a notherfuckin' neck, I get a new necklace

Got the pussy quicker than a fuckin' plane ride, you ever flew to Texas?

I'm a street nigga

Forty racks on your head, it'll get deep, nigga

You ain't takin' shit from me, and I don't keep pistols

Take four 30s at one time, I ain't a weak nigga (Nah)

Blow your fuckin' head off your neck, I won't beef with you

Bae, I gotta get a credit check before I sleep with you

My bitch went through my phone, ain't have shit but MP3s in it

Perc' and a honey pack, just fucked a bitch for thirty-three minutes

I'm talkin' thirty minutes straight without stoppin', I'm weak-winded

A nigga throw a shot at us, we on defense

I swung on a nigga, Mike popped him up, they thought Timmy did

If a nigga got killed in 2012, me or Remy did it

I just made forty racks, why you waitin' on your stimulus?

I hate gettin' into shootouts when I'm high, I'm always missin' shit

Cali plug say he lookin' for me, I'm in Michigan

Just ran off with a hundred 'bows from an Indian

Seen my nigga say some hatin' shit and I ain't feelin' it

Makin' love to the pussy, attempt murder, I ain't killin' it

Nigga, this is my flow, I ain't switchin' it

I can really tell you said some bullshit, but I ain't listenin'

Yeah, I broke my bitch heart, I ain't fixin' it

And I whooped a bitch ass at Walmart, you know I'm ignorant

[Verse 3: Young Dreaded]

I got a bitch from Pontiac, I got a bitch in Flint

I'm in Beecher right now gettin' my socks blown behind the tints

Nigga, where your PPP? Where your stimulus?

Make sure you got more money comin' in than money spent

If you ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, it's irrelevant

Me and Cap brought this spice talkin' shit to Connecticut

A couple P's of Pink Runtz, roll it up and I'm inhalin' it

You try to sell me fake lean, you insulting my intelligence

Robbed every plug that I knew way back in 2016

A thousand-eight grams times two, that's twenty-sixteen

That nigga Young Dreaded on his shit, he doin' big things

'Bout to pull up at the chicken spot now and order six wings

I told the bitch I ain't got no kids, she still call me daddy

Bitch, me, Rio, and Louie Ray was sippin' red in Cali

I hit a lick in the town and got low and pulled up in the Valley

Don't make me call lil' cuz 'cause you know that nigga trigger happy

In CT, every city that's dangerous, I hit stains in it

I can show you how I blew past niggas, but I ain't explainin' it

Fucked a nigga wife and she called it an entanglement

I thought you had the bag, lil' nigga, where your paper went?

Where your bread at? (Yeah)

She like where the Stratford nigga with the dreads at?

That nigga came to CT trippin', got his head cracked

That nigga told on his mans, I can't respect that, nah

I was ridin' in the 'Vette with two P's and a shh on me

You know real G's move in silence just like bologna

When you make it to the top, a lot of friends start movin' real phony

Bad lil' bitch gon' throw the neck, but she don't know me

[Outro: Young Dreaded]

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