[Hook: Dorien]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby

But these songs too fuckin' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it

To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin'

Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby

[Dorien]

In the studio with some bottles

Few prescriptions and a couple drinks finna down em all til' they hollow, aw yeah

Bitches going full throttle, Bitch it's going full throttle all these thotties lookin' like models, aw yeah

Mixed Red Bull with some xans, I'm tweakin' and I'm twitchin' I'm not doing this again, aw damn

Tryna lay off of that shit but fuck it since we all in here someone pour me up some Hen, aw yeah

Shit

[Hook: Dorien (LP Rambo)]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby

(This gay ass hook)

But these songs too fuckin' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it

To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin'

Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby

[LP Rambo]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna smoke my dope, nigga

You thought the hook was gonna make me sentimental no it won't, nigga

Dori, what the hell you sent this lovey dovey shit for nigga

Ahem, uh, back to rap flow

Straight out the mud I don't know niggas, goddamn that hook was atrocious

What a ass, I can't even focus

Goin' out like Pac before the old shit

Pull up on the block with that O shit

[Hook: Dorien]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby

But these songs too fuckin' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it

To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin'

Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby

[Dorien]

Dissin' on me, you a fuckin' degenerate

Talkin' bout me, his career will get ended quick

Don't fuck with bitches that's bummy and cannot spit

RIch is pussy, not sorry you cannot spit!

Cannibal, I eat opponents no faggot shit

Hulk on these beats 'cause a nigga be smashin' shit

Run up, your neck's gettin' cut and I'm draggin it

Tossin' your body in baggage and wagons

You say you a savage, we know you a pacifist

Won't shoot them hands or them guns, you ain't clappin' shit

Hope and you pray for your life, what the fuck is this?!

You ain't no G, bitch, you weak and you rattin' shit

Fake G's get no respect, Rambo Gang, so fuck the rest

Fuck the opps, fuck the cops

Testin' me you'll get stabbed, fuck a shot

On the block, never see you where you claim

I go broke, kill your man, take his chain

Try to rob me, take the L

You a stain, clothes get stained

Gloves on, no fingerprints

Question me, plea the fifth

Threaten me but don't pull up

SIp of vodka, roll a blunt

Couple problems, smoke 'em all don't give a fuck

Blade tucked, just in case he try to buss

But fuck it...

[Hook: Dorien]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just tryna get to you baby (that's right, that's right)

But these songs too fuckin' dope it's gettin' hard just tryin' no to blaze it (woowoop)

To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on that vodka doing less of blazin'

Thinkin' of you when I step in this booth I'm tryna get to you baby

(And your friend too)