Verse 1 (MNL$):
I don’t want hoes in my comfort zone
I don’t want hoes blowing up my phone
Don’t get me wrong
I don’t give a fuck, I’ve always been alone
My dick is long
We fucking, so I cum on you
Tomorrow I will write this song
This shit is born
You think I’m only R&B
Well, listen carefully
Now keep your eyes on me
Like a million dollar centerpiece
So many bitches
Spitting so vicious
Licking with interest
Pussy delicious
Verse 2 (Rjay Ty and Lex Luthoor):
(Rjay Ty)
Get on your knees today imma teach you how to pray
We gon bring your ass to church tell the people celebrate
Tell the homies grab a drink tell the gang hit the dank
We just doing what we want don't give a fuck bout what you think
(Lex Luthoor)
What you think? Who got dank?
Got them beats make tha club go bang
Fuck tha fame, stay in your lane
Go go gadget, Bruce Wayne
Hop on the train or get pushed down the tracks
Put squad on strain and we spend like 3 racks
Trading the slacks for the hats and the tats
Giving your heart an attack and that’s facts
Verse 3 (Ankthen Brown):
Big facts! Big bank rolls!
Talkin' big stacks
Big booty bitch on my dick
Told her get back
Big gats big bang boom
Hit em bitch made
Big thangs big clipped glizzy’s
Atcho bitch face
BANG BANG! Nigga BANG BANG!
Clear the damn thang
Hit a stain, finna hit a lick
I need a new chain
Clear the bank, empty out that bitch
I need that Louis bag
Momma need that wraith, I need dat Tesla
Need about 500 bands
Fuckin a bitch and friend, finger roll in
Then I ride out wit the gang
Hit up that Gucci and Flex, rackin up checks
Gotta ride out with em bands
Don't fuckin sleep on the set, know we up next
All you bitches so impressed
Never puffin on the stress, designer fresh
Shawty hit me for the tec
Verse 4 (Rjay Ty and Lex Luthoor):
(Rjay)
Wet! Wet! Wet! Got that water quench your thirst
Bang that neck! Neck! Neck! Don't you stop until it hurts
We gon break it, we gon chop it, we gon grind it til it works
Glory be to the gang pray for the posse spread the word
(Lex Luthoor)
Yeah you heard, we are the prophets professing that sound
Killing the vibe we releasing the hounds
Exposing the clowns while we making our rounds
Take you to town imma breaking it down
Give you that feeling it’s making you frown
Who be tha king? We be taking his crown
Planning a lick on the lowdown
If you don't know, bet you know now
Verse 5 (DZ SVG):
Cop it
Grind it
Roll it
Spark it
Not my fault
Can’t stop the habit
Kill it
Feel this
Keep it
Trill g
This be
Next up
Master savage
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
We be up
Run a muck
Bout to cut up
I do it with a passion
Your efforts aren’t enough
Punk ass bitch
Bitch ass punk
My skills are ever lastin
Loyalty never questioned
System full of crystals
Whip you with my sex pistol
Wrap around your neck
Apply more pressure
Assassinating culture vultures
Equipped with three eye vision
Loser, your image an illusion
You confused kid
I’m the rudest
Conclusion you end up with a contusion
True to the game, my team hold it down
Get realest love from the underground
You fake as shit when you come around
So tasteless, careless, fuck your sound
Outro (2x):
Four cheese on my plate
More cheese, more skanks
Pouring syrup in my drink
More trees more dank
Got my fuckin feet stank
Steady runnin to the bank
Seeing visions 20/20
Got me staring point blank
