(feat. Forgeeauto & Mac Boney)
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter past kept
b**h, where yo' a** at? I'm sitting up in this bra** Lac'
Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas packed
You ain't got no answer to "where the f** is yo' a** at?"
Boing! Just, I suggest that we should go and grab that
Project shawty, I am in the cut right where the path at
f** all that bullsh**, this where we do the math at
Show me where the cash at, I take off like a half back
Mafia, capisce? Dining at Joe's Crab Shack
Pull up in the Lamb', tell my b**h she could have that
Westside mansion, this where I take my bath at
After she get through serving me head, where her cab at?
Uh, I'm in the lab, black
You told me shawty life wasn't cool, so I declared that
You kidding me? Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that
Spit a n***a up, when they find him, they bring half back
[Hook: Forgeeauto & (Young Dro)]
Seventeen chains with eleven rings
Mr. "I'll Ball", baby, changing up the game
Thirties on the ring, same color c**aine
New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
Have the yay to push back, Mr. Soul Plane
(Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene)
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
b**h, I'm in the Z like Zorro
When I come through, I'mma come for something
Boo bring the nine-tails, Bobo bring the Pope or something
When I see this b**h, I'mma put four in his coat for dunking
k** him for breakfast, I'mma eat his whole bunch for lunch
Mashing out, I'm the same n***a that they asking bout
Kicking like Liu Kang, it's time to bring the action out
I'm the real, sole controller of this monopoly
Get wrong for real and I'll knock you off properly
Gotta be on top of my sh** cause you ain't hot as me
n***as can't be me in the hood but they try to be
No! You are not Dro, motherf**er
You know you a hater, you a ho, motherf**er, n***a, Dro
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mac Boney]
It's obvious, I come at these s**ers at another angle
Pica**o of my time, I'm a different painter
Throwing ones at a dime, she a perfect stranger
I shot my pistol in the sky, almost hit a angel
I ain't afraid to die, I'm in love with danger
I'm a lion tamer, I'm a ho trainer
Yo' b**h, she f** with us, that's a no-brainer
She a slow brainer and a fast learner
She a bad b**h so she a good earner
I get to Ike-ing on yo' ho, she act like Tina Turner
I get to playing with these racks, it ain't safe, b**h
Smash you in yo' face with this cake, b**h
[Hook]