(Nile, I hear you)
(Pablo, you crazy for this one, haha)

[Rylo Rodriguez]
It´s the Wockhardt kind wit no cut for me

It´s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It´s that´s how you buy a purse but ain´t fuck for me
It´s the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It´s the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me?
How you keep catchin´ charges, gettin´ bonds for me?
It´s the I´m gone flex when I get a loan for me
It´s the scammin´ hard a ho for some phones for me
It´s the Rollie for me, it´s the Patek for me
Know I´m goin´ up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah, I´m pourin´ up, three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flеw to Atlanta for me
I don´t give a fuck ´bout no VIP wristband
Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up thе backend

My brother couldn´t make this show, he got the pack in
I´m mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends

[Rylo Rodriguez]
It´s you braggin´ on your pussy when I get in it, you runnin´ from me
Fuck up her hairdo and buy her some weaves
It´s the yes, she bad but she get naked for weed
Ayy, it´s the way you gotta cramp the Lamb for me
It´s the puttin´ guns on the gram for me
Yeah the hoe from Chiraq, say she knew Lil Reese
I´m makin´ moves, I won´t renew the lease
Foot on they neck, got my hand on the check, I ain´t takin´ no bet unless they betting the house
I got lean in a drought
I make money independent, the paramedics dyin´ for a ???

All my dawg they know, you might die over that post
You play with us? You just might die over that joke
You better check up, I mean you gon´ die with that hoe
In my city you lack, you gon´ die with that smoke

[Rylo Rodriguez]
It the Wockhardt kind wit no cut for me
It´s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It´s that´s how you buy a purse but ain´t fuck for me
It´s the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It´s the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me?
How you keep catchin´ charges, gettin´ bonds for me?

It´s the I´m gone flex when I get a loan for me
It´s the scammin´ hard a ho for some phones for me
It´s the Rollie for me, it´s the Patek for me
Know I´m goin´ up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah, I´m pourin´ up, three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don´t give a fuck ´bout no VIP wristband
Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up the backend
My brother couldn´t make this show, he got the pack in
I´m mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends

[Yo Gotti]
For me it´s the Patek
She send me the addy, I pull up that Z06 ´matic
This ain´t from rappin´ this shit out the attic, I´m movin´ the package

I keep so G, ain´t no lies with me (For me)
Damn that bitch bad, it´s the eyes for me
Why she standin´ like this? It´s the thighs for me
And she get money, it´s the grind for me
She don´t see no hoes, yeah, she blind for me
Straight up in apartment, do a crime for me
Partner in the fed, doin´ a dime for me
Jay in the kitchen, cookin´ nines for me
And I ain´t never paid, a nigga slide for me
Why not? ´Cause it´s the heart for me
Pull up in the hood with so much work, and I ain´t never thought ´bout no nigga robbin´ me
Hit the turquoise Rari on Forgis to me
Too busy havin´ orgies with me
Price right plug been spoilin´ me
They´ll get ´em to your door like Amazon Prime
Every time you beat one, when your homeboy dyin´ (Yeah)

Every time you post and you catchin´ be lyin´
Nigga, live your life, quit tryna live mine
Cause that ain´t what poppin´ to me
It´s the profit for me, pop out and reup again
My bitch a 20, two 10´s
And I don´t do friends
I prefer enemies, at least I know what these niggas plan to do to me, yeah
Crib in the suburb but really it´s the trenches for me (Yeah)
Master bedroom cold but really it´s the kitchen for me (The kitchen for me, yeah)

[Rylo Rodriguez]

It´s the Wockhardt kind wit no cut for me
It´s the Glock 26 on tuck for me
It´s that´s how you buy a purse but ain´t fuck for me

It´s the ass shots you got up in the butt for me
It´s the how you rob a nigga without a gun for me?
How you keep catchin´ charges, gettin´ bonds for me?
It´s the I´m gone flex when I get a loan for me
It´s the scammin´ hard a ho for some phones for me
It´s the Rollie for me, it´s the Patek for me
Know I´m goin´ up, go get a ladder for me
Yeah, I´m pourin´ up, three in the Fanta for me
She in Texas, she flew to Atlanta for me
I don´t give a fuck ´bout no VIP wristband
Ayy, book me, I fuck around, throw up the backend
My brother couldn´t make this show, he got the pack in
I´m mad that I fucked the hoe, she got some bad friends