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[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Woo, big four-five leave a n*gga missing
Baptize your b*tch, turned her to a Christian
Drum on the chopper, we play for the Pistons
If a n*gga want beef, meet me in the kitchen
All my n*ggas strapped, all y'all n*ggas lackin’
He ain't 'bout that action, we can get it crackin’
We ain't meeting up, we catch n*ggas in traffic
Hit a n*gga with a semi-automatic
She said she want some di*k, she can get it then
If you want some problems, we can get it in
Take your pick, you want the chopper or the F&N?
In the coupe, buffed up with my n*gga Ben, b*tch
All facts, n*gga, no lies
I want a Cuban 'round my neck, f*ck a bowtie
I want some chicken in my pocket, n*gga, no fries
Neck was fire, but the b*tch can't get no prize (Why?)
'Cause, b*tch, you a rat
Now bend your ass over, let me hit it from the back
I'm a dog, but I wanna stick my bone in your cat
I'm the reason why your b*tch ass gettin' fat, n*gga

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Woo, b*tch head fire, pus*y mediocre
f*ck around and punch this little b*tch a closure
10K in gift cards, shout out my b*tch at Kroger
In line with that pole, I feel like a voter
On I-75, ’bout to merge on
On my way to the **** to get them Percs gone
Then I’m headed back to Cali, that's my third home
These lil’ n*ggas boosting like a chirp phone
Can't no n*gga play me like a b*tch
Three-five in the 'Wood like KD on the bench
Ninety-nine problems, no b*tch made it to that list
Let a n*gga get hard, I'ma spray him like some spritz
Don just FaceTimed me, drum hangin’ from the clip
Up the 40 on his ass, never danglin' in this b*tch
Rondel in my background, facin' on a zip
Yeah, I came up punchin' like I'm Stacy in this b*tch, yeah
Just give a bad b*tch a TextNow number
Wasn't tryna get money, logged out on her
Your b*tch tryna act sleep, had to side-stroke her
Big-ass four-five knock a cow over, n*gga