[Verse 1: Remble & Drakeo the Ruler]
New b*tches when I drop a new song
Ruth's Chris after the homies drop a new opp (Well done fellas)
New sticks for you if you want to pop off
I got a Ruger ni**a, we ain't finna boo-bop (I don't fight)
(Viper)
If I see a enemy then it's a shootout
You can throw your best punch but it's best you don't (Let's be smart)
You pull up looking for trouble, you get what you want
I know some ni**as that will but I know you won't
I know some ni**as that kill but I know you don't
I used to be in the field like I was Chris Jones
I could boss up your life but it'll take a second
I could put you on sh*t that you ain't been on
I could put you in whips that you ain't been in (Something new)
I could take you on rides you couldn't get on (Come with me)
I was always thе odd one, I didn't fit in (Paid it off)
Now all the ni**as that bled mе, I'm finna sh*t on 'em
If I told you anything, just know I really meant it
I wanna rap about passing but, it's just been a minute
I wanna rap 'bout nine 'cause I ain't really did it
I tried to tell you my story but, you ain't really listen
The only time you was cookin' was when you in the kitchen
I was cookin' up everywhere tryna make the chicken
My mama told me, "Watch the snakes," I didn't pay attention (I should've listened)
I had to pay the consequences because they fu*kin' bit me, oh
And don't play with Remble because he got a gun (Smart)
And don't play with Smokey because he got a semi
If we bounce out with choppas, I know they better run (Get outta here, get outta here)
'Cause we don't stop shooting until our clips are empty
ni**as silly, pull up and drop 'em to make 'em really feel me
Caught a body, I was just praying and hoping God forgive me
Plenty killings, bodies on bodies, they killin' plenty ni**as
Flip a ni**a, make 'em feel sorry for even dealing with us
Free the real (Keep the rest), until them ni**as free
ni**as really walking around with thoughts of killing me
Forgive 'em God, for they not know I keep my blick on me
Don't go nowhere without my pole, they can't get sh*t for free
Ayy, keep that sh*t on drive don't even park the car
Ayy, Remble he trippin', he goin' bar for bar
And they know I'ma finish so they don't even start
And we came a long way from running fades at the park
b*tch, pull up with Glocks with long extensions on 'em
Yeah, hop out on opps and slaughter your opponent
Yeah, said you was a gangster and now you gotta show it
Yeah, one opp on burner and now you gotta blow it
No cap, it's Remble, but that's beside the point
Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder, can't see I'm a joint (sh*t)
b*tch, I'm with my best friends (They not tough)
XDs, Glocks, big mops, Deagles, and FNs
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
sh*t, that's a stick on me
He used to walk you to the park, we finna get on him
Don't give a fu*k if that's your big homie
Get extra points if you knockdown to somebody
ni**as talking 'bout "They want me", ni**a come find me
How we just left a ni**a block? Left him dumbfounded
Lights flashing everywhere, yeah go 'round me
We pulled up at his momma's house 'cause he a homebody
How we just did him was just stupid
Slammed a ni**a then went partying at Ruth's Chris
Ku Klux, hang a pussy ni**a doing too much
All that dick riding you doing, need a new bu*t
fu*k all that atting me on Twitter, come out and shoot some
ni**as woofing, I love to drop a new opp
Catch him walking to his car, did him like 2Pac
I hang out with real killers, that's what you not
I'm tryna stuff hundreds of thousands up in shoe boxes
Stinc Team don't like it, what you gon' do about it?
b*tch, I beat life twice, I'ma two-timer, shoe shiner
Flick of the wrist, look I bought new diamonds
My lil' ni**a wanna whack you, I got his shoe size
Tryna reach for my pieces, ni**a, is you high?
With my record, I could never go to Dubai
He's never coming back and that's that, I said it two times, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)