Drug Bust

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
(Damn, JakeSand)
Ugh, ugh (Damn, Donny made this?)

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Rolls truck, Lamb', seventy thousand in a duffel
My cousin had bought it, but he turned to a undercover
You ain't never got served by a nigga with camera in his shades?
The gang called, said he got a kid right to the stand
What you know 'bout ten bitches for one man?
What you know 'bout ten racks and all 'em you had love for?
Poured thirty ounces, shit same size as a man
It took too long to pick, so I'm fuckin' all of 'em
And I was a young nigga when I first seen a drug bust
I tapped bruh and told him, "Time to fuck the world up"
And I just did a sold-out show with a snug nose
And he ain't rat on one nigga, he told on all of 'em
I told my nigga, "I'm down forever, I never believe in switchin'"
This shit gettin' too big, we takin' phone from all the bitches
I can let you come around and shit, but this how you can't feel me
Every time I show a nigga how to pop it, he run with it

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
You niggas want some smoke on my chopper, then come get it
Shell catcher on this bitch on the bottom of a Hun-Ditty
We pull up back-to-back, BPs and one Hemi
That nigga actin' like a tough guy, he took one heatin'
Take his ass to the land and let a fox kill him
Unc' paid an extra seventy thousand, it's a drop billi'
Drop a three inside a twenty, wait until this pop hit
Fell asleep up in that pussy, high as hell, did not finish
Glock with a button sittin' on my lap while I ride
I ain't got no opps, shit, every other day, them niggas dyin'
Chill out, Fox, I'll let you get the last kill, but this one mine
We can break out half a mil', I'm talkin' any given time
Baby, ARP with a kill switch, I'm tryna drill shit
You pulled a deuce in three different pops 'cause not a real six
They told me all you niggas broke as hell and need a real fix
Ten thousand blues on a field trip 'cause I don't feel rich

[Verse 3: YTB Fatt]
New spot, three models, decorate the mansion
I shine every time it come to mind that I ain't have it
Bruh had to peel this off, before he do it, make sure you whack him
Hundred P's through the airport, but he got tackled
I told him, "PCN," but next time he sat right there and struggled
They ain't take me serious, no talk, got to myself and I showed 'em
I played with her love, it hurt my soul to see her leave
But fuck her, I don't mind seein' a maid walk in the groceries

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
I ain't got time to fuck you rat hoes, I'm usin' lotion
All you gotta do is run that paper up and use the motion
I told Fatt to crack another pint and leave it open
We pour a eight, six, then a deuce and now we focused
Take me to a local city where they buyin' dog at
You can check the background on this shit, I'm comin' all facts
Movin' like Joe Biden 'round this bitch, I'm comin' all black
If I was Ricky, I would've popped dog and took my ball back

[Outro: RMC Mike]
Bitch