[Pre Hook: Ron Jetson]

When they told us no, nigga we went back

We ain't worried bout' no paper cause we spent that

I see it now you niggas softer than some Tampax

Hit yo ass so good your future kids a feel the impact oh

[Hook: Ron Jetson]

We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo

Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple

Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work

Hit up ya bitch, I'm all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder

Slow down the tempo I found her

All of you niggas give props to the founder

Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers

We are the founders, give props my nigga

Cause we lay the ground work

[Verse 1: Ron Jetson]

Nigga we been doing this we ain't new to this

Everything you say and do me and my niggas influenced it

I'm flexing on you evil hoes with real gold for the crucifix

Don't trust no bitch, yeah just a few of my intuitives

That moment you was in History

My niggas whipping it yeah they was getting it

We figured that new cars bring new broads

Thats why we in different shit

Got two whores, they flexible like they was playing on the excorist

Don't gotta impress a bitch, I throw on my Nike shirt

When its time to check a bitch

You do not wanna hang with niggas I promise we dangerous

We are the founders of this shit, but I look around it's plagiarists

But I got a team and we got a scheme to give em' that work

To supply the feens, new BMW twenty sixteen

I heated the seats interior clean

I text my Spanish bitch like vamanos like vamanos

Play no games I knock em down like dominos like dominos

I call her a uber when it's time to go when its time to go

We lay the ground work for you niggas

Watch where you stepping when you on the road

[Hook: Ron Jetson]

We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo

Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple

Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work

Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder

Slow down the tempo I found her

All of you niggas give props to the founder

Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers

We are the founders, give props my nigga

Cause we lay the ground work

[Verse 2: Rico Benzo]

We caught a lick yeah aye!, we caught a lick yeah

I put in work yeah, aye! I ain't get picked no

Time to go ice on my wrist, you in the trap with a thot

I'm in the trap with your bitch counting them racks

How the fuck Ima stop?

Niggas ain't gimme no props, had to go get up and get to the block

Most of these niggas be lames

Niggas start talking i'm getting em shot

If we get some racks yeah

We get it back (yeah yeah)

Boy thats a fact, we cannot lack (Hold up)

Used to just lay on my back, had to go get to a pack

Had to go get to them racks, young nigga I had to adapt

Swim in the sea with the fishes, you swim in the sea with the fishes

I'm on a yatch with like 32 bitches

Pass him the rock cause I know he gon get em' yeah

And my lifestyle, and my life wild

This my lifestyle, I live it right now

Thats your bitch? she want the pipe now

If she pull up on me Ima lay the pipe down

[Hook: Ron Jetson]

We hit a lick we hit up ya ribs then pulling off in that benzo

Picture me this, a flick of the wrist a get you gone so simple

Speed up the tempo, got a lot on my mental she doing mouth work

Hit up ya bitch, im all in her ribs thats why the screams getting louder

Slow down the tempo I found her

All of you niggas give props to the founder

Off White the shirt then Balmain for the trousers

We are the founders, give props my nigga

Cause we lay the ground work