[Intro]

(Jose the Plug)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Chop or the Glock, pick your match (Glrrt)

Dawg broke as fuck, somebody need to fix him like a patch

If I liked weak shit, I'd listen to you rap

Room full of bad bitches, go ahead and pick a snack

I'll bet the whole bank on myself and double down

What, is this the lost and found? Can't believe y'all stealin' style

I'm just tryna stack my money, tryna add it to the pile

Had trials and tribulations, never throwin' in the towel (Never)

[Verse 2: StanWill]

We ain't at the club, but your ho strippin'

Think it's fresh up out the grease how I blow chicken (Chicken)

Pull up tryna step, leave your toеs missin'

Thinkin', should I play the Five-sevеN or just four-fifth it?

Twenty on my neck, bitch, it's thirty on my wrist

Bitch, I'm quick to throw a bullet like I'm Purdy if they blitz

Lil' bro ain't kickin' nothin', his cup as dirty as it get

Worried 'bout them commas, you won't catch me worried 'bout no bitch

[Verse 3: TrDee]

Bro fresh out tryna get revenge

Heard you was out here droppin' dimes like a couple tens

I ain't even trippin' 'bout that shit, I took it on the chin

Up before the birds chirpin', I'm just tryna get it in

I don't act, bitch, I ain't Samuel

Bro ain't tell nobody 'bout his body, he don't kiss and tell

You don't like my music? You can go to hell

Ho shit should be a felony, now throw him in the jail

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Playin' with my dough get you baked, spill his marinara

I'm so motherfuckin' rich, designer what I wear for errands

I'm with TrDee, boy, that's my brodie like we sharin' parents

Muggin' get you shot, I swear to God, you will get aired for starin'

Treat the opps like some 'za, bet we roll up and blow 'em

Got a bitch in every city, all these hoes on my scrotum

Catch me chillin' in his yard just like a gnome, bitch, I'm on him

Known to put a bitch to sleep, might fuck your ho into a coma

[Verse 5: TrDee]

Y'all niggas always bitchin', y'all a bunch of Karens

Wish you would try to play me like a ho, I'm double-darin'

Flyer than a jet, I'm like that QB, you can call me Aaron

Popped a mean mug at a nigga, who you think you scarin'?

Hibachi steak, hibachi rice

You know that you livin' good when you ain't trippin' 'bout the price

Fuck around and bless a bitch, today, I'm feelin' nice

Please, do not buy no designer if you cannot buy it twice

[Verse 6: StanWill]

If I ain't at the stu', I'm up at Hutchy buyin' ice

Think I'm Japanese, I'm uppin' chopsticks to fry his rice

If I don't catch 'em when we slide, I'm tryin' twice

Had to grab a hundred Faygos, all my niggas buy is pints

Tryna drop the Jeep with the robo roof

Thinkin' with his meat, put a ho on you

Goin' through my phone, that's a no-no, boo

Better not say it's up with the gang, we might blow your dukes, dummy

Dog Shit Militia

[Outro: TrDee]

I don't act, bitch, I ain't Samuel

Bro ain't tell nobody 'bout his body, he don't kiss and tell

You don't like my music? You can go to hell

Ho shit should be a felony, now throw him in the jail