[Intro: sgpwes]
Cody
ZaySkillz
Mingo
Mhm, hmm
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: sgpwes]
I'm finna go run it up, again
Don't even know why he callin' me twin
That ni**a broke, why your pockets so thin?
Yeah, my pockets, they look like a [?]
I get so high that I'm touchin' the roof
That ni**a broke and it's crazy (Ha)
Stupid lil' b*tch tryna play me
[?] and he don't wanna race me
He tried to copy and paste me (Yeah)
My b*tch, she bad, and she Blasian
Bullets turn hot, they gon' blaze him (Yeah, yeah)
I fu*k that ho, we ain't datin'
No, I can't have a relation
Money, it's on the equation
He try to run, we gon' chase him (Yeah)
I like to wеar Prada and sh*t (Ugh)
He mad 'cause I'm fu*kin' his b*tch (Yeah)
Thеse ni**as, they stay on my dick (Yeah)
They mad 'cause I'm goin' up quick (Ha)
I spent me a bag on my wrist
I got my (Blick), I ain't goin' for sh*t
I got a bag, she goin' for it
I'm on the road, tourin' and sh*t (Yeah)
I think I made his tuition (Haha)
That b*tch a thot, I won't kiss her (Yeah)
Playin', we send him to mister (Yeah)
Playin', we send him to [?] (Yeah)
I skrt off in the Benz (Yeah)
We turn that boy to a trend (Yeah)
We put that boy on a [?] (Yeah)
Yeah
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
(Bee)
I'm sick
ni**a really thought he could pull my b*tch
Tried to shoot yo' shot and you mo'fu*kin' bricked
Yeah, he talkin' sh*t, he get hit with the brick
I got the gun, it came from the ship
These ni**as chihuahuas, b*tch, I'm a pit
ni**a, you could get shot by association, I don't give a fu*k 'bout who you with
Why all these b*tch ass ni**as tryna diss?
ni**a, where yo' flag at if you a cryp?
My ni**as don't chit-chat, b*tch, we rip
Lil' ni**a, you a Kit Kat, you could get split
ni**a got killed and nobody knows
KA$HDAMI, I'm the mo'fu*kin' goat
Got a G-Lock with the [?] sight on
Your b*tch on my dick and she tryna bone
ni**as want smoke, then I'm givin' 'em asthma
b*tch, I'm a big blood, no plasma
ni**as be food, put 'em on a platter
ni**a tried to grab my gun, so you know that I smacked 'em
I already won, ni**a this the [?]
I only spit truth, like a mo'fu*kin' pastor
KA$HDAMI just keep goin' up, ni**a I'm climbin' the ladder (Bah)
[Verse 3: sgpwes]
(Yeah)
I got that bag for real
I got the clamps of steel (Ha)
Just like banana, get peeled (Woah)
I think I might sign a deal
I got the fire, damn, the drill
I bet I could pay yo' bills
I need the bands, I'm so for real
My b*tch, she bad, she from Brazil (Yeah)