Letras
Yop, JusDrew bitch
Call my brother J.R with the, uh, yeah
Okay
I said, I don't beg for money but I
Yop
Alright, I Call my brother J.R with the Smith cuz he's swish shit
I don't beg for money but I got millions on my wish list
You only care about 2K, I'll make a play and tell him clip this
Trap P's artist give me the big bag I flip it
Jumping in the beat, back and forth double dipping
Want a stash?, to make your first bag, you got a bubble digits
Me and Drayko got a whole tape now you in trouble bitches
Bro got humility with sauce making beats in humble kitchen
Like me and Drew on a Jumbotron cuz we gonna be the biggest
This a junkie house don't got no weed money they hitting whippits
Got G's of Herbo in the whip cuz when I'm riding there's no limit
He tryin' to rob me cuz he see me rapping, what the fuck?, you tripping
The fuck?, I'm finna punch back in
You food dropping all your chicken like the lunch bag ripped
I Had to leave them waiting for a minute but I'm gon' comeback quick
If I fall off, I'm jumping back up, I'm the comeback kid
You think your ass selling Za's bitch you selling mids
Brother lemon pulled up and brought some hoes to the crib
Call my nigga Drayko pull up with guns to where you live
Trapping out with Toto, hit this shit you're gonna see the Wizz
Just popped out on the scene it's just me and brother Blicks
Hit it slow with the motion or you need another mix
Freaky bitch on my dick I'm gon' need another bitch
Had a shootout with the opps now I need another stick
I'm independent like the state's in 1776
She a hoe at 17 was taking seven different dicks
I'm with my brothers on the six got like seven different blicks
Grab a chain from my people drop like seven different kits
If you hip to me and gang you know we shaking, no stripper
Bro riding like the chef, he get to baking with the ripper
Grind his body up, if you get to faking, meet the chipper
Treat the paper like the leaves, I get to raking in the chicken
I ain't have nothing to lose, now I'm the one winning
Fein tried to take a T-Break, it had him drunk twisted
My weed be casting magic spells and drew the Punch Wizard
While I talk shit you work a desk job, where all the gum sticking
Bro toxic with his bitch, she wasting love in him
Me, Dub, and Drew, Ed Edd and Eddy, coming dumb different
You've been selling high shit for low, you doing dumb business
Break this shit down like Stomp the Yard you in the junk with it
PBO yams in the cut, he like to jump niggas
Cut a redneck off in traffic he yelling "Dumb nigga"
Brodie drumming shit with the band, call him Nick Cannon
Kick this hoe out on the road and leave the bitch stranding
Smack a nigga, leave a handprint cuz I'm big handed
Bitch, love the dick so much she got the shit branded
Brodie running routes, broke his ankles, now his shit slanted
It's crazy how we heard his neck break when dude slammed him