Outro

[Verse 1: 9000 Rondae]
I'm in my bag in the [?] big mac
Hit him in the helmet, the chopper knock off his chin strap
Bad bitches running through the pad, like [?]
In Cali no vacation, I’m bringing [?] back
Brazy that's my baby, play with her, you getting toe tagged
[?] while you play with your last
[?] next to the strap [?]
I know that, these niggas really don't want no smoke
Cause when I was playing with choppers, niggas was honor role
Riding with the stick, [?] on your ass when you smoke
[?] for the extra [?]
Lil niggas my sons, they better check the score
Niggas getting mad over bitches,, better check the hoes
I ain’t [?] bitch, I got her so she can bless thе road
All the lil bitch do is powder, [?] test thе dope
If she ain't making [?] what you stressing for?

[Verse 2: Molly Brazy]
If he ain't bringing you no bread, why you stressing sis?
Got my own money, I ain't never to ask for shit
Threw some ice in the buckets, got my nose stuffy
Sippin on this juice, blueberry fanta, my shit real muddy
I can [?] the chopper like [?]
Or I can hit your block with them fucking twin glizzys
If I catch an opp bitch, [?] through the city
Imma aim it at her tiddy, if she duck, she catching plenty
It's Molly Brazy, check the motherfucking [?]
Bitches ain't fucking with me, laughing at them cause they jokes
They broke, all these bitches fucking broke
If you try to act tough, up the 40, you get soaked
Headshots, headshots, yeah we ending it now
Big chops, yeah we sitting bitches down
Wanna beef cause I'm winning, looking like some fucking clowns
No name ass rap bitches, never reached a hundred thou

[Verse 3: ShredGang Mone]
Niggas can't name a time [?] the strap [?] ain’t bussin
Know that they won’t see me out the crib if I ain't clutchin
Money on the floor, just let me know, you know I’m coming
If you gon tell them something, tell them how they out here running
Big dawg, I control what go down now
Lil nigga, I can get [?] big dawg now
Heard he talking down, [?] lil nigga's thoughts
[?] bitch you [?], we don't leave till he drop
How many times I gotta hear these niggas tryna pop?
I'm worried bout the motherfucking hood, fuck the opps
My head fucked up, I think I need to see a doc
I don’t like niggas [?] friends if I try
[?] pussy, he ain't got it in [?]
[?]
I pipe my main bitch, so my side get some time
We know that boy lying, fabrecating in the rhymes nigga