In The Name Of Ree

[Intro]
(Oh, Yo Bitch was on this one)

[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Shit crazy, they runnin' to the 'Gram with the beef
They're snitchin', nigga, bring your ass to the street
We been surfin' all day in that— four deep
Three Glocks, one A, hit they block, we finna creep
Nigga, I been sleepwalkin'
Nigga, that's the juice talkin'
Catch a nigga broad day, pop the door, white chalk him
Ice cold stunner on these niggas, Steve Austin
Get your bitch out my DM, oh my God, she stalkin'
How the fuck you getting pape' with no whip? Bruh, you walkin'
We hooping with whoever, get to shooting like we Boston
That twenty-one touched a nigga face before I tossed it
Ain't no lean in the city 'cause we bought it
Slime a nigga out, that's in the name of Ree
If you ain't snaking niggas out, then you ain't safe with me
My brother tell me not to leave unless that K with me
Nigga even put a finger on me, they gon' paint the East
I'm gettin' money on these niggas, they can't take it
Real to the core, on my mama, couldn't fake it
You cuffin' on that bitch, bruh, we treat her like she basic
I'm racing to the money, need it now, I'm impatient
I smoke exotic weed to my face, lookin' Asian
We find out where these niggas at, we gon' blaze it
I just got a drummy for the K, that's amazing
Leaving niggas flat on the ground like they plankin'
Niggas tryna run off with my sauce like they Plankton
I ain't worried 'bout no niggas, I could tell when you fakin'
So much money in this bag, bitch thinkin' that I'm bankin'
A nigga play with me and I'ma leave a nigga stinkin'

[Verse 2: Lil Steve]
Nigga play with me and I'ma leave a nigga stinkin'
Slime a nigga out, that's for Ree, we come through sprayin'
Chopper shells hot, that's why your mans left you hangin'
Hella poles when we come, they already know to let the gang in
Cut some niggas off, can't fuck with 'em, on that strange shit
Rolly came with diamonds, I might go and grab a plain bitch
Sliming niggas out, that's for Ree, we on that same shit
Pop him in his shit for lil' Keev, gon' get your brain split
Ninth grade, slidin' in the moppy, I had your main bitch
Why you keep posting throwbacks? You niggas ancient
Nah, nigga, you can't get the ho back, stop complainin'
We been tryna hit niggas block and start paintin'