[Chorus: Larry](x2) Pa** my bro the oop, ayy He know just what to do Going crazy when I come through so they think I'm on the loose [Verse 1: SenseiATL] Got me two b**hes, and I got two phones From the 32 but I stay in and out of zones Catch me posted on the block like the street lights Off the f**ing bean and I'm rolling like some dice Checkmate, checkmate, how I get that check Keep a shooter in the cut that's nothing but net Balling out, I got hops, drop the top in the drop I got keys, Sensei got this sh** on lock [Verse 2: Larry] And this lil bitty b**h can't get no rendezvous I'm bloated off that dirty and I cannot see my shoes All my bros run at you cause they don't got sh** to lose Bout 650 on my sneakers, man I ain't got sh** to prove Let's go, flex hoe, [?] your pockets and your feelings, think I'm rotten to the core I'm so damn throwed that there ain't no one to catch me They so sad, can't be surprised even when they disrespect me [Chorus: Larry](x2) [Verse 3: Randy] Randy's models looking kinda horny My b**h came in straight from Harlem Randy Harden balling, boy you done and it ain't no war Pull up make your b**h faint, yellow Chevy piss paint Your b**h want to get acquainted, I only want consummation Hit my line, expect taxation, y'all boys ain't in the equation Professor Randy f**ing double check my calculations Sip Hi-Tech, yeah they call me redneck Randy make that b**h sing like a damn quartet [Chorus: Larry](x2)