[Intro: Talibando]

Wow, they forgot that fast

Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, nigga

ES7M, nigga

Yeah

[Verse 1: Talibando]

Me and Spud on the 7 runnin' heavy press (No cap)

Me and Rio fuck around with Art, just drunk some heavy shit

Smokin' weed, runnin' red lights, we on some Belly shit

Mix the dope with shit you never seen, this the telly mix

Yeah, somebody turn the stove on and heat the pots up

Niggas hoes, all that tough acting gon' get you popped up

Probably make like fifty thousand every twenty-somethin' days

Gucci rain jacket on, I look like money in the rain

Fishtail in the Trackhawk, I just left out Ace of Spadе

More money, more problеms, tell 'em look what I done made

More problems, more choppers, anybody can get sprayed

I'll pull up by myself and hop out with two K's

I just bought a .300 Blackout for 2K (Yeah)

And we gotta pour the lean until it's dark as D'USSÉ

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

I'm off sixty milligrams, I've been up for two days

Try to run off if you want, bitch, we know where you stay

Art and Bando just smoked like four quarters, 2K

So many extra clips, I can bust this bitch a few days

Two watches on, plus we got two FN Five-seveNs

Five-hundred-dollar pop, I could've dropped Off-White sweater

Got some brown, but my people tellin' me the white better

Locked in with Big Bert, my nigga, I'ma die pressin'

That nigga broke tryna beef, he gon' probably die stressin'

I got rich on house arrest, why would I cut off my tether?

Bitch got lucky if you heard Rio spent the night with her

First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta

First B I ever caught was with a 45 Beretta

[Verse 3: RMC Mike]

Stuff a fat bitch with some pills, she need liposuction

Ridin' with a mini draco, that's micro cousin

Fuck a bitch, then leave, then text her phone, "I like your cousin"

Walk his ass down with two FNs with the light on, bustin'

You can catch me in the trap with the light on, hustlin'

Every time I go and serve Jake, he say, "Right on, brother"

Gettin' head while eating Ruth's Chicken, yeah, right on Flushing

Drunk a pint and popped two Percocets, I got a light concussion

Bando, let me see some weed, I'm finna roll a dookie

Talkin' to her while I beat it down, I control the coochie

Bro don't like to take me when they slide 'cause I overdo it

Run off on the label with a hundred, now I owe 'em music