[Verse 1: Lil Dok]
Diamonds om my floor
b*tches on my floor
Gucci on my floor, yeah
I got hoes
Killed all my foes
Penny rock, yeah
f*ck, yeah, yeah
Lil Dok rocking these hoes
Do it with all my bros
Spending money on marlboros
Mom, it's a joke, i don't smoke
Versace, Gucci, Louis, Supreme
All my bros only got lean
Drinking it and felt funny
While i'm on the field of Tommy
[Hook: Lil Dok]
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
[Verse 2: Lil Thunder]
b*tch, i'm Lil Thunder, here to stay
I make all you b*tches pray
f*ck all wannabes with suprême
I f*ck your b*tch like her wildest dreams
b*tch you know, I'm a f*cking gansta
If you give me pus*y, I'm gonna say thank ya
Your girl pus*y like porcelain
Everyone knows Im making it rain
While you try to be a Savage
I'm bringing Home Gucci, in my baggage
b*tch you know I'm gonna f*ck you up
I'm gonna kill you, f*ck the cops
You play tough, with your tweets
I'm Staying here, killing these beats
You a little b*tch, and you know I'm right
Damn, these rhymes kinda tight
[Hook: Lil Dok]
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant, Peasant
[Verse 3: J-Little]
No, I didn't come outta the hood
No, I never smoked any wood
I just go to school as i'm supposed to
Though i don't go to school because i chose to
We go to school to get good grades, it's a race
What the f*ck is up with that sh*t anyways
It shouldn't be like that i don't think
How much should grades really matter?
Not a thing
J-Little in the studio recording this
At the same time i f*ck your b*tch
Imma shoot you with my hunnit clips
And you be dead if you a f*cking snitch
Imma beat 'yo ass till' 'yo black and blue
What the f*ck are you really gonna do?
Thats right, you can't do nothing
And if you try, my pistol be poppin'