[Intro]

(Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?)

[Verse 1: PM Capo]

Why this bitch stalkin'? I been done with that

I just fucked this fat ho, damn, she had a double back

I be sackin' niggas and you fumble packs

These snitch niggas wanna scrap, I call 'em rumble rats

Yeah, I'm PM, but if you ain't bro, then don't call me that

I just pulled to Flint with seven shooters in a Pontiac

I can fuck your bitch in dirty ups and an Army hat

Rémy boy for real, I snuck a fifth in my niece Barbie bag

Ayy, now I'm stuck on the plane

Rio mad as hell, he just woke up and he lost all the drank

If you ask about CT niggas, I'm in the hall of fame

Know this dyke bitch with big titties, I think they call her James

Damn, I think the ho confused

Doggy really thought he had a sale, I must ain't show the clues

Who let y'all niggas get off? My time overdue

Came a long way from hittin' licks out of open coupes

If a nigga had on J's, we would've sold his shoes

Snatchin' niggas' Cartis off they face, let's get these chokers too

He came around the gang, he must ain't know the rules

'Cause you can't come 'round the gang if you don't own a tool

If you can't double up, you need to go to school

Need a thousand for a feature, yeah, that come with promo too

[Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd]

A year ago, I was trappin', still got money in my old safe

Okay

KrispyLife, nigga

Watch this

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]

A year ago, I was trappin', still got money in my old safe

We got fins, MACs, and I got a long K

Hit dog with two in his chest, make his soul shake

Once you start doin' somethin' they not, they'll show hate

IUR the gang, Big Ice, he came to get me

Wasn't excited when I FaceTimed my first sixty

Made a funny face the first time that I tasted Trishy

Can get a nigga hoed, yeah, just pay the ticket

Whoever get a baby outta me a whole G.O.A.T.

I could've bought a pint, but instead, I bought a coat

He thought he got an eight, but he only bought a four

In Atlanta trippin', matter fact, let me call Boat

My young nigga'll rope this bitch off for like twenty pills

My nigga caught a body and the judge gave him twenty years

In the club fightin', get a nigga hit with twenty beers

Never see you outside, you must be in a different field

[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]

I just made three hundred racks, I'm finna sit and chill

Not that shit you niggas rap about, I seen a brick for real

Dropped another dirty with my P.O., he a bitch for real

Drank prices went up, I was payin' fifty-six a seal

I don't really rap beef, I get niggas killed

Eighty racks in my old-school, I got the engine built

True Religions off a pair of Pradas and a Fendi belt

I'm finna take you motherfuckers back to 2012

Ridin' with a bag with three thousand twenty dollar bills

He want four thousand for the Wock', that is not a deal

I don't rap beef, I be gettin' human beings shot for real

Lil' J just made a half a mil', he ain't got a deal

Okay, I'm finna turn myself in, bro, I gotta chill

Gave Johnny Dang fifty for the chain, I could've bought a grill