[Omelly:]
I’m strapped, I’m slidin’ in the whip, in the Bentley with two sticks
n***as squawking, lot of talking, I’ma park him on the strip
I chase that bag, I stack that cash, I’m quick to take a n***a’s b**h
That p**y good, her a** fat, I f** around and pay her rent
OMG this AMG, b**h it’s MMG, squad
Run down on them n***as, catch a body, slide
Any these n***as play with Ross, they know that I’ma ride
Screaming free Meek Milly, that’s my f**in’ slime
Sixty on my wrist, sixty on my neck (lit)
I keep it a bean twenty, you n***as in debt (sh**)
n***as said they gon’ do me, ain’t finish me yet (nah)
Next time I’m on, I’m leavin’ candles in front of the step
[Rick Ross:]
f** you n***as waitin’ on, who the f** you playin’ with?
I was busy countin’ money, penthouse layin’ with a b**h
n***as tried to k** me twice, voodoo may have made ’em miss
All black but the j**elry bright, heard you live so scandalous
I see you live a double life, p**y never on the list
Show me what’s your body count, n***a where your courage at?
I’m not in to suing n***as, maybe take another route
Give me all them diamonds on you, snatch ’em out a baby’s mouth
Hitters know me in the city, see you for the right amount
Where the realest DJ’s at, for someone I might buy a house
Summertime, lumber timer, two door, yeah that’s one of mine
Dapper Don, Gucci talk, one of one, so hard to find
p**y where my money at? smoke him like a hundred sack
Shooters go the first round, sign him like a running back
Is it that my flows hard or these n***as’ beats weak?
As I get a bl**job, b**h I’m screamin’ free Meek
Walk up in the dope spot, n***as give me free weed
All that cappin’ in your captions make me wanna k** a b**h
Hustlin’ and real estate, and I keep it militant
b**hes must’ve thought I died, heard I’m still on life support
Rims on every car of mine, f** you think I bought ’em for?
DMX on IRS, really ain’t no time to rest
Homicide investigatin’, name be in all kind of mess
Hahaha, hahaha, studied like I’m Farrakhan
b**h I’m in the 305, call it little Lebanon
And I know you always slippin’, hit you and whoever on
Caught him leavin’ top golf, time to knock his top off
Sometimes I know times hard, but the Maybach top soft
Calling plays like Brett Farve, double-M is not lost
She see n***as pockets fat, while she bein’ forcefed
Shawty think I’m gang banging ’cause my newest Porsche red
[Koly P:]
I heard they plottin’ on a murder
That forty waistline, free Meek Mills and Bobby Shmurda
n***as hatin’, so I went and bought a bracelet
And bust down my Rollie, bought a store and made a statement
Have you heard of me? came a long way from doin’ burglaries
Last week I got shot and counted sixty after surgery
Rap game messiah, every beat I spit that poetry
Might give that ho some money, she can’t never have my loyalty
‘Bout a dollar, I’ma take the lead and watch ’em follow
Thank God Lil Koly rappin’ ’cause he used to be a robber
k**ed my n***a Nola, from the time, know I had that black Impala
I’m really with the sh**s and hittin’ licks out with them choppers
(I’m Koly P)
[6ix9ine:]
I’m on some rob a n***a sh**, take a n***a b**h
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh** hit
Shout out… but I f**ed that n***a b**h
n***as iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli’, all my n***as on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinnin’ through ya block, like a pop shove-it
Shoot at me I’m shootin’ back, I’m gettin’ buckets
I ain’t wanna take his life, but n***a, f** it
I’m on some rob a n***a sh**, take a n***a b**h
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that sh** hit
Shout out… but I f**ed that n***a b**h