[Verse 1: 8ig 8]
Man she sucking and slurping for dollars
Yea she got a problem, she fuckin his partners
She ain't got manners, she do it on camera
Shit I got no manners, I fuck her on cameras
I turn on the lights and get in position
Roll up some opps and pour me some liquor
Slide with my niggas, got birds in position
They ready for shipments, some packed with extensions
Straight to the trenches, den head on the road
I’m straight bout my business, I get this shit gone
What do you know, ain’t have food on the stove
So cook on the stove, L-O-A-D cook up so more
Roll up some dope when I reach my views
Shit you know the lingo, you know how we move
You talk down on L-O-A-D, he upping his tool
He carry like 2, he bussin a few
[Verse 2: VxNDxTTA]
Yeah, I’ll do a feature for you if you serious
Way i see it I’m just spreading my presence
Hit my DM nigga Imma get to it
The beat butcher, chop the flow up in sections
Lame niggas thinking they really rappin
Lil niggas chasing clout I ain’t cappin
Don’t get too cocky just when he think he flexin
That be the moment that I pop up and check him
I be the type to get money
And pull up on some of the nonbelievers
If you want to be difficult
I put the order to fix my lil problem
On out this evening
Get the call you went down this evening
I’m a bully no way around it
Nigga I told yo bitch
I’m some kind of ungodly demon
I’m a sinner by nature
If say by any means
That’s mean tell bro that we breaking even
[Hook: $hadow6]
Aye, had me dream I got rich so like fuck it
I put shit in gold no discussion, aye
I ain't scared of no ghost, turn your ass to a ghost
Lucid dream with your bitch when we fucking, aye
It's a reason you mad, cause a nigga got bag
If you feeling the need come and touch it, aye
I duff his ass no discussion, aye I got too much lil drip
David Ruffin, aye
[Verse 3: $hadow6]
Life go on so nah I can't trip that bag
Hell nah I ain't fall on my knees
No Kaepernick coming from me
You captain ass niggas since birth, you got cradle capping
Still tax 1600 for Ps, ain't changing with me
Less my pockets make sense, jingaling
Told her suck dick with no teeth
Imaging lil bitch like you outside just chasing your dreams
My momma was birthed by a queen
What you thought dummy ass nigga, her son ain't a king?
Bitch I still got sauce on my teeth, I smile
And take me a picture, you hating on me
Deliver some smoke like it some pizza
Knocking this 40 inside of your crib, is you home?
Eat like I need provolone
But got my head focus and my pockets stuff, It's so long
[Verse 4: Johnny5]
Yo, I be out in the field while y'all in the bleachers
Brodie be off it, he got his own reasons
Watch how you walk it, my niggas will tweak ya
Why they be talking, I'm leaving em speckless
I just might double the stash though
I noticed y'all coming in last bro
And the difference between me and you
Is they say I'm the truth and I notice the facts, woah
Ok I came up from nothing, so now I be stunting
These people won't speak on my name
Imma just gone run up this money, this shit looking dummy
Can't wait till I bust down a chain
They only come thru when its sunny, but y'all wasn't for me
So fuck it I stuck in my lane
I think they assume I got lucky, I ball like I'm Stuckey
I'm shooting, it's 50, no range (Bow)
[Hook: $hadow6]
Aye, had me dream I got rich so like fuck it
I put shit in gold no discussion, aye
I ain't scared of no ghost, turn your ass to a ghost
Lucid dream with your bitch when we fucking, aye
It's a reason you mad, cause a nigga got bag
If you feeling the need come and touch it, aye
I duff his ass no discussion, aye I got too much lil drip
David Ruffin, aye
