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Lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray] Yeah (Fonk Or Die) Mm, yeah, that's hard Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Fuck you mean? Go [Verse 1: Babyface Ray] Let me show you how it really is (Yeah) Tricks is for rabbits, you silly kids (Tricks is for rabbits) They shootin' at houses and killin' kids (Lame) I cum in her mouth, say she on her period (Bitch) These niggas rappin' a hundred drills I'ma just rap 'til a hundred mil' (Beep) I'ma just lap on these niggas, they lazy, they movin' slow Casino inspired me, young nigga move the dope (Young nigga move the dope) Two-seat with two hoes, I'm two and oh (Yeah) You can get cooked with 'em, who you know? The Navy been trainin', we used to smoke (Yeah) Conquer the world, I'm like Dr. Evil (Dr. Evil) Go through the red light like this shit legal (This shit legal) Kush in the air, I'm like Beanie Sigel (Beanie Sigel) I was taught never bite the hand that feeds you (Uh-uh) Bitch can't get shit, I'm in hustle mode (Yeah) Fuck all that shit, man, I'm stuck in mode Massages the Benzes, on comfort mood (For real) Sprint to a check, Louis runners on (Sprint to a check) Bitch can't get shit, I'm in hustle mode (Nothin') Fuck all that shit, man, I'm stuck in mode (Fuck all that shit) Massages the Benzes, on comfort mood (Massages the Benz) Sprint to a check, Louis runners on [Verse 2: G.T.] Ayy, straight to the Land, lock in with Ri (Ri) I go straight to the mountains, I pick out my weed (Yeah) A house full of 'bows like it's Christmas Eve Keep every watch plain, but the neck on freeze (Yeah) Four-door Porsche with the wide-body seat Cuttin' up traffic, me, Ray, Lil B (Yeah) Was in the nosebleeds, now we got floor seats (For real) St. Mike on my back and I land on my feet Quit with the cappin' in all of that rappin' We already know that you can't pay the fee Ride in the Benz, get massaged by the seat If you get in that field, better tie up your cleats Motor so clean, you can sit there and eat on it How you claim a street and you don't even be on it? Bitches be broke and they freeloadin' Bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a homeowner John Mayer, boy, that's a gold Daytona Niggas was sleep, now they watchin' the takeover She fuckin' with me, now the ho got a makeover Trippin' for real, pourin' lean in a Coca-Cola (For real, ayy) Wait, Benz all white, look just like baking soda (Real white) I'm screwed up right now, feelin' like Flip, lil' nigga, the game over [Verse 3: Philthy Rich] Google my net worth, say six M's I send six bitches and send six blimps Rolls-Royce Cullinan, twenty-six rims F&N Five-seveN knock off six limbs Bad-ass bitch in the Maybach Benz Knocked her in 2010, been locked in since then Twenty-pointer Hearts with the Cartier lens My bitch really havin' motion, her and all of her friends 41 bust, rose gold in the band I took a nigga bitch, I ain't never took the stand All hustle, no luck, I ain't never did a scam Might hold a bitch purse 'fore I hold a bitch hand Two-fifty on a Urus with a chop, eatin' lamb Put a hundred on his top, get him dropped with his man Sneak dissin' on the 'net, but he really a fan Free all my niggas locked up in the can [Verse 4: Cash Kidd] Ayy, cruisin' in Vegas, it's a hundred and ten Come get your bitch 'fore I fuck her again Cops get behind me, I stomp on the Benz Fist full of bands like a cut on my hand I'm with all rich niggas, bring a couple of friends It's goin' down quick like I'm stuck in the sand Hitman with me, ho, fuck on my twin Treat her like a pizza, watch her come out the pants, huh, ayy, huh Nigga, I'ma ho you 'cause they pay me to talk and I'm bored She got diabetes, I'm assaultin' your whore Carpet bombs like Aladdin, make her talk to the floor Call the bitch Zelda, she fought my sword Nigga wifed my eater, ballhog, he a dork Broke-ass boy, what you callin' me for? That nigga scared to get dough like it's a dog on the porch Huh, ayy, nigga You think 'bout playin' me, what you pausin' it for? I can't wait to give my dog a reward Got switches in the club, I'm Happy Gilmore I'm cheatin' life like I been here before Nigga ask, "Where the hoes?" Got his bitch on the floor Niggas want fonk 'cause I'm dripped in Dior Hundred K on me, tryna steal from the store [Verse 5: Doe Boy] Sprint to a check with these runners on (Yoom) Bitch, I got rich, put my brothers on (Gang) 'Fore I get dressed, put the cutter on (Graow, baow) You better not enter the murder zone (Graow, baow) Step on a nigga, I up it and blow Nigga, you know how I roll, uh (Fool) Beezy ain't duckin' no smoke (Nosirski) Only thing Beezy gon' duck is a ho (Oh, really?) Fuck out my phone, leave me alone Step out the shower, Bottega my robe (Steppin' out) We get the drop, then we savin' the lo' (Go) Soon as we pull up, we takin' his soul (Graow, baow, baow) I had to X with that burner, uh Beezy ain't scared of no murder Fuck nigga say he want beef, uh Hang with them sliders, no burger [Outro: Doe Boy] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go