[Intro: $kid and Danny G]
Nah, I fuck with this
($weet-T beats, bitch)
(Primo Beats on the track)
[Verse 1: $kid]
I smoke big weed and tote big guns
I got a knot in my pocket the size of Big Pun
You like Lil' Bow Wow, going home with all them ones
You went to make a purchase, it said insufficient funds
How you doing all this money talk and haven't had a run
My mans took me to the gun store, he just turned twenty-one
I got the Glock 19, the hole's thirty plus one
I'm sippin' muddy Major Melon, smokin' a 'wood big as my thumb
Givin' fiends testers like I'm throwin' out some chum
My man's Carl sniffed the work 'till his face turn numb
Your baby mama just texted me, said I kicked out thе bum
Chop' came standard mag', now it's fitted with the drum
You makе ten an hour, I get forty for a gram
I put the tax in my area, you can call me "Uncle Sam"
I put fifty in the Kel-Tec, I hope it don't jam
You be buyin' Instagram methods, hopin' it's not a scam
[Verse 2: $weet-T]
Pulled the chop' on my opp and told him, "Scram,"
Make my fiend test the work like he's taking an exam
You can call me "Dr. Deuce", I serve green lean to hams
I'll grease a opp with the can and I ain't talkin' PAM
Fuck an SRT, we slidin' in the Ram
I heard your bitch likes my jams, I'm slidin' in her yams
I'm tryna do it big, slapped the Ruccis on a Lamb'
Red bucket hat by Gucci, I feel like Sam-I-Am
At the Suburban 53 and I'm doin' hand to hand
I just hammed your man's for a fifty-dollar gram
He don't even got a band to get you out the jam
And my man's doin' scams like he don't give a damn
I got a drum for the chop' that's bigger than a ton
They see I'm white and think I'm lacking, boy, it's on
I just bought the same gun my gramps had back in 'nam
I got a ho' in Dearborn, and you know her pussy bomb
Bro, be for real, you a scrub
You be talking 'bout the work but you ain't never sold a dub
I took your bitch to my crib and got her wetter than the tub
You could catch me in the stu', you won't catch me in the club
I'm in the stu', listenin' to unreleased Rio
It's $kid, $weet, and Gup', that's the trio
I put your paycheck in a 'wood, and now I smell like BO
And you down bad, I heard your bitch fucked your PO
My bitch caught me cheating, it's time to drown her out
Go get you some money, there ain't shit to frown about
I'm 'bout to spin my opps' block like a roundabout
'Cause I sent the addy yesterday and he still tryna sound it out
Nah, I can't pull a rabbit out a hat
But I'll show your bitch how to put the dog inside her cat
All my 'woods fat, I'm rollin' up a bat
And I'm 'bout to hit the highway, call me Rascal Flatts
[Verse 3: $kid & Sweet T]
Stop actin' like you sell work, you bought a zip and flipped it
No, I don't sell lean, I bought this six to sip it
I heard you drink Rip It's and you blow whippets
My bitch was talkin' loose, I told her ass to zip it
My bitch poured out my pop, I damn near threw a fit
I got the Drac' with the beam, I'll pop you like a zit
Boy, your shit fake as fuck, I think you need another kit
I popped the chop' so much, I need a oven mitt
My girl hit me up, I'm with my other bitch
I got my money from servin' fiends, you scam the government
I just sprayed my opp's whip, hope he got full coverage
I put a switch on my Glock, I need that bitch stutterin'
Pull the chop on my opp', he got to mutterin'
Sold a bird on the block, went to Howard, saw flutterin'
You been broke for forty years, you don't know shit about hustlin'
Got three straps on me, I'll shoot you while I'm jugglin'
I just drove forty-four reggie 'bows all the way down to Jackson
MJR is the only time you ever seen some action
Always talkin' money, but you never see a fraction
In Warren talkin' funny, got my name gettin' traction
