[Intro]

(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]

It's me and Scatz spinnin' out a jailbreak

Bitch, I know the lean cut 'cause it smell fake

Another V came on the market, let me tell Fxce

Up a forty ball, pull off on a bitch, she had the stale face

I'm speedin' in a Lamborghini off a Perc' 10

This the same one that Babyfxce broke his arm in

You wrote your name on a piece of paper, my shit carved in

I just made twenty-four thousand off an R10

It came fifty-five, not sixty-four

I know I made some dog shit, but I want plenty more

He in a 5.7 tryna race my 'Cat, nigga engine broke

I can take you to some places, nigga, you ain't never been before

This bitch super thick, I'm kinda scared to open up this envelope

Back to me and Scatz in that Hellcat, I'm finna let 'em loose

[Verse 2: Scatz]

I don't know JB, I'll hit your block, boy, and shoot

Had to tell my dog, "Don't hang out that roof"

Catch an opp with no gun, all hands, what it do?

You paid a band for your tee, Satoshi would've hit me for two

You know I taught my son to walk, I'm a stepper

The bitch must sneezed in her elbow, she want a blessing

He got hit with a K, take the L off, that's a lesson

When I was sixteen, I just had a Smith & Wesson

Lil' bro sixteen right now, he got a button and a heli

You thirty without a ten, you out here jeffin'

All-black Hellcat like we got this bitch from Satan

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]

Alright

And this bitch a strike, I don't care if I scrape it

I'm so turnt, they put me in every conversation

Labels DM me for they artist when they need a placement

You a creative player, nigga, stop with all that fuckin' fakin'

Know this real Quagen, the top of the pint bottle kinda cakey

Tryna convince to the judge, baby, I ain't crazy

I ain't try to walk nothin' down, this just for my safety

Come on, baby, let's make a DVD just like the eighties

I remember the police took my Glocky and I was just rockin' Drakey

Both of my bitches was in a fight at the party for my tape

I don't talk to none of they ass no more, I know they probably hate me

[Verse 4: BabyTron]

The shoes old as unky, these some '88 3s

My shoulder dislocated, that's how baby Dracs be

Six watches in, I could've dropped like eighty-eight P's

Have my hitman X his name like Babyfxce E

It's just me and Scatz in that jailbreak dudey

Titi smokin' crack, that ain't nail paint, dudey

Pull up TRX, you'd think we finna tailgate dudey

We just hit his drank, left him with the stale face, dudey

Bitch upped a couple racks, but she still ain't bougie

Right out your bag, you still actin' like you still ain't goofy

(This one), shit, Enrgy, I'm with RMC

I'm with some real money counters, you don't hear the beepin'?

Type in the flight confirmation, yeah, Spirit leavin'

The V rear-wheel drive, but I'ma clear out Neiman's

[Outro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam

R.I.P. Chris, T-double-H-L shit, you hip, skip? You know the script?

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Yeah, this shit for life