[Intro: Drego]
Ayy
[Verse 1: Drego]
If I break a band, she gon' break her neck
She give it up, I'ma break her back
It's one up, I ain't gotta rack
Why you here and you ain't got a rack?
These DJs want all my tracks
Your weave back, I can see your tracks
I ain't shoppin', baby, but I'm in a Saks
If I spend it all, I can get it back
Did a hundred times, so you know it's facts
He play the middle, can't pick a side 'cause he don't even really wanna get in that
You need a couple dollars, mhm, go'n 'head, bend it over, let me get in that
She ain't ask first, so she ain't gettin' that
Lil' dumb-ass bitch been a rat
Show her whole body on thе internet
Show her wholе body on the internet
Walk past the hook, he ain't see the strap
If you want a hook, I'ma need a stack
If you want a bar, you gon' need to stack
If you get caught, you better not rat
Better watch what you sayin' in the raps
Them people be lookin' into that
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG & G.T.]
Ayy, who got some Hi-Tech red? I'm lookin' into that
Lil' bitch say I fucked two, three times, shit, I don't remember that
If I take your shit, you can't get it back
Small cream soda, your rent in that
Bust a nigga head, he need fixin' flat
Thick Black bitch with Brazilian tracks
I'll stuff some K9 in her kitty-cat
Got a sale for a split, only got a zip, damn, I need Similac
Only hit the work if it's beneficial
Knot thicker than a roll of toilet paper, nigga, yours thinner than a strip of tissue
I'm a dog when it come to my chicken, I ate a piece, then I bit the gristle
Hundred shots when I grip the pistol (Ayy)
If I hit somethin' extra, then it's incidental
Sloppy head when she suck me up, she spit so much, she need an instrumental
Hit the scene with a double cup, you drunk as fuck, think I'm sippin' liquor (Ayy)
[Verse 3: G.T.]
Rap niggas, I don't even feel 'em
Cut that nigga out in the middle
Wrap 'em three times when you send 'em
When they touch down, nigga, I'ma deal 'em
Hit the ho, I was just chillin'
Mr. Big Shot like I'm Chauncey Billups
Nigga ran off, we gon' have to kill him
Need it whipped up, then give me thirty minutes
Got four ounces in my lemonade
The blow phone did ten a day
I was somewhere by Fairmount and Hayes
Gotta play it safe if you in the game
You ain't never ever feel my pain
Where was you when I ain't have a thing?
I was all alone goin' down the way
On them long rides on that bus and train
I'll stuff that ho and we gon' send her back
This Palm Angels cost two racks and I got it on before it hit the rack
Bro, I had some dough before I wrote a track
Bro, cut it out, you ain't doin' that
Playin' tough, that'll get you stretched
I'm 'bout to hit the K, I got on blue and black
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
Money
Bro, relax
We'll beat a nigga ass blue and black
We ain't mail these, we flew 'em back
I was just hangin' where they boo 'em at
You ain't see other niggas doin' that
Niggas callin' in to get jewelry back
I'm in a country town gettin' Fendi sacks
Finna run it back, Devin Hester
Headshot mafia, fuck that vest
I ain't been stressed, nigga, I been blessed
It's chess, not checkers, nigga, pick your match
Got it all on me, ain't no "Be right back"
Everybody ask how it get like that
My response, ho, nigga, it been like that
Bro locked down, still runnin' through racks
Pullin' up tall 'cause we bendin' 'Cats
All cash money, I married the racks
Still tryna figure out my dog turned rat
Once you switch, you can't turn back
Once you switch, nigga, you can't turn back
Tryna figure out my dog turned rat
Once you switch, you can't switch back
How my dog turned rat
Once you switch, nigga
Money
