I just left a show in Brooklyn
Now I'm in the kitchen with the dope cooking
Four bitches calling on my cell
Twelve know I got intent to sell
Bucking and jumping with Smurf up in Memphis
Run up, get done up, got blood on my tennis
Don't need no talking don't
Finish your sentence
If I'm ever surrounded you
Know it's by bitches
Xans and lean in the styrofoam
Don't mind me my mind is gone
Buncha bitches and plenty smoke
Hustle Family, $uicide, scope to your throat

Hot drop drop top
Top Drop hoes drop it like it's hot
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit (Wipe me down)
Ruby da Cherry got six blunts, got six cuts
Got six stunts these hoes wouldn't talk to
Me before that but (Wipe me down)
Chopsticks and a plate of rice
Got the block lit you ain't safe with ice
Stocking the slots (Wipe me down)
Grey kicks grey T
Grey Hoodie grey rag tied around my face
(Wipe me down) smurf rolling up the blunt
$lick chilling in the cut
Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe
Me? I'm just too fucked up, hoe

I walk up in this bitch
Like it's my momma house
Watch how we hit below
We hit the club and shut it down
Can't compete with a hustler boy
Throw in the towel me and my Nina see we
Partnered like Keenan and Kel
My cash up stack racked
Whole team flossed up
Ching ching check my style know
You see me bossed up
Bitch cash on his head that
Get him chopped up quick
He talking war but don't think
He got enough clips
Bet for the cash that your
Pussy ass play snitch
We snatch and dash just to make your fam
To be rich east Memphis man I can show
You pain real quick
Watch who you playing wit lil puss

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, John Crawford, Scott Arcenaux