[Verse 1: Russ]

Yeah, operation touch a B

I heard that money comes in waves, they say I drowned at 23

And I’ve been drowning ever since, I might need counseling for this shit

Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff

The lesson there is getting there, is way more fun than getting there

But here we are compliantly, got INC’s in Delaware

Dodged a couple Guinevere’s, thank God I got no Lancelots

I’m a king, I’m well aware of who’s insidе my Camelot

Couple women tryna bunk with mе, like threes' a company

Y'alls crazy ass might be my shot of Don, but not my cup of tea

Once a week I lose my cool, I’m probably downplaying (Ha)

Gettin' head in my trailer before I headline, got the crowd waiting

My fault, that’s just how I do, sometimes I’m reckless, uh

My fault, that’s just how they do it down in Texas

To the people I gave love to who turned around, told me, "Fuck you"

If you don’t heal what hurt you, you’ll bleed on someone who ain’t cut you, damn

Wise words my momma sent, why you think I’m single still?

Ain’t met a chick as solid yet, I paid my sister's college debt

I’m just out here being chosen, doors of opportunity keep creaking open

Lotta women claiming I’m they boyfriend like they B. Simone

When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment

Y’all completely broken, please just leave me alone

It’s gettin' kind of weird

Hahaha, come on

[Chorus: Russ]

One by one (Yeah) two by two

Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up

One by one, two by two

I'ma knock 'em all down, down

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout to ship a couple of bricks

Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher quick

What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think

Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink

Flow crazy, yeah, this shorty lickin' coke up off my dick

Back to fuck, the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit

Lord forgive me 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts

Brag stashed in the glove compartment, hand up in the latest Porsche

Of course, and while she gobble me between her jaws

Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores

Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer

Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under

Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin

Keep a fetish for the most state of the art greatest weapons

And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin'

Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin'

Mama sit and watch her son just grow from such a little angel

Morph into a creature she don't recognize at the dinner table

Clueless and she can't explain how the hell did I become a

Nigga with this darkness that do shit and sickness to her stomach

Fuck the shit seen on the surface, mama know my heart is good

I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood

Yeah, I know that's what they say, find ourselves in endless trouble

Leavin' youngins on the strip, slide on couple hefty bundles

Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful, how I claimed to help the people

Helpful as the ones creatin' (Heroin!) for a junkie's needle

In one ear and out the other like them niggas talkin' nonsense

Fuckin' pussy, throwin' money, livin' foul without a conscience

Sniffin' coke (Occasionally) lace my weed when gettin' blunted

Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred

We at church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies

And feelin' like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin'

[Chorus: Russ]

One by one, two by two

Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up

One by one, two by two

I'ma knock 'em all down, down