[Verse 1:RodiMiS]

Evil doers

Y'all compete with rumors

I got your seat cookin

You ain't gettin chicks you just typed up octopussy

Typed in your search bar, o god

I guess you need more

You don't steal chicks, you just see Pussy Galore

Cruisin for more dudes to put there P's and Q's on

Small dons reverse their name thinkin that its James Bond

That one member built a dam before the beaver

The one achiever

Madlib got me records through the gold finger

Its old and tender

Bounce of the mic find your Thumper

And maybe even her sidekick

She's yours, well I guess I got her number

Without the question, the blue mask musta been seductive

I didn't steal her from your heart, Jus uppercut it

And me, whose to deny

I take your cream, I got the golden eye

Golden gun, The riches from the mic if that's a surprise

There I go made her swear first

I guess she's in the rough cuz diamonds are forever

Rime, RodiMiS Rime

And I pulled in your hench woman from her backside

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[Verse 2:RodiMiS]

From the hood with love

Toss it up

I guess I had to give her up

Go home and set the T up

Spinnin in the glass, this ain't the tea cup

Shootin lyrics, please duck

I take any kind of meat

Wrong number how bout you leave

Countin the diamonds to the right beat

Credits roll as I speak

I'd get her again next week

A quick villain I get to breach

Read it aloud, Dawg Egg Seat