[Verse 1: Luss]
Ayo! I just wanna rap wit Em! Luss stay strapped with Mag-n-ums
Rubbers got a pack of them, but I mean the ratchet I blast at them
Y’all pussy sweet as apple gin, that mack on him’s no accident
Shit happens when you crash into this rapper aftermath for them
OK! Olay! In a Bronco like OJ
Jordans number same month as may
Guns gonna spray like back in the day
Hat to the back wita Mack or a K
Immaculate raps on the track, don’t play
Act all vain but I’m dope, cocaine
Spit hot flame, bouta blow, propane
Jump in ya face wit a gun runaway
Time and a place it’ll come some day
I gotta pray, I don’t play Sunday’s
But Monday come gonna spray, gun play
Illest author, will to kill it proper, chill like Silk Tha Shocker
Metal choppers spin like helicopters when propellin, off ya
Melon popper, hot as sellin yoppers, speed like Dennis Hopper
Spend like doctors, gwap like Cindy Lauper, bitch like Cindy Crawford
Ok! No way!? And I stay cool as a fan blade
Federal mandates like a bandaid on a gusha motha fucka and there’s no damn aid like
[Chorus: Luss]
OK! Ok? OK!
Don’t play!
Ya bitch!? Role play!
Me flinch? No way!
Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay
Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A
Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play
I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?!
[Verse 2: Tarek]
Ok I got hits for days, gimme flowers in bouquets
Ima boss like Rick Rozay, gettin money every way
Mother fucker I don’t play, got the juice like I’m OJ
Been the truth since Cait was Bruce n ima never go away
Watch me do a show a day, mother fucker I get paid
Living legend till the grave, never met a hoe I’d save
You can get up my face, I’m not scared to catch a case
Spray ya place make no mistakes n disappear without a trace
Still up in this bitch you see, TNL made history
I’m everything you wish’d you’d be, fuckin every bitch who breathed
Indeed I feed off any hate, it’s the gas all in my tank
I jus laugh right to the bank, kiss my ass you fuckin skank
You been trash ya raps ain’t dank, you a gram I’m major weight
I’m the shit n you just stank, ahead of the pack n you are late
Run up on ya click n I start squeezin, I bring the heat in any season
I don’t even need a reason, look at me n you start bleedin
[Chorus: Luss]
OK! Ok? OK!
Don’t play!
Ya bitch!? Role play!
Me flinch? No way!
Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay
Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A
Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play
I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?!
[Verse 3: Bobby Creekwater]
Ok, nothing makes sense so I’m on defense
They got a few slaps, that's the pretense
They got a few maps, but they go nowhere
You gon diss who? Boy, don't go there
I don't play dat, if I don't like you man - I just say that
And I ain't psychic, I ain't tryin to guess how you feel about it
Fuck everybody, being real about it
I'm the young gun, never on the fence like "on guard"
The blicky make a nigga run hard, and it won't even give you a running start
It's not fair that I should have to give you niggas energy
When the child locks, gimme me finicky
They poppin like they gettin' 10 a key
But they really don't and they really won't
And they really ain't cuz they really can't
And their whole persona like a big prank
See through that shit like a fish tank
Only entertainer that the check blank
Only come around when the money right
And that's even if we have the same blood?
And the title mine cuz I came for it
And I'm kickin' ass cuz I trained for it (sansei)
[Chorus: Luss]
OK! Ok? OK!
Don’t play!
Ya bitch!? Role play!
Me flinch? No way!
Bitch I’ma boss like Rick Rozay
Hot like a lick at Chick-fil-A
Rock on my wrist like bitch don’t play
I don’t hear you dawg, what a bitch gon say?!