[Verse 1: Fat Ray & Bruiser Wolf]
Drugs, at the MGM Grand, at the dice table (Yeah)
Tell your boss, "Shoot the whole label"
Nina Ross, call her "Old Faithful," she'll cold case you
A lot of lil' niggas ungrateful
I'ma spank 'em with the bars, bettin' all the odds
With the sword, Ray session like a blessing from the Lord (Yeah!)
Automatic weapons on the floor, come creepin' through the door
I'm shooting like Griffin on the court (Yah!)
The drip hit different at the source
Fresh to death, bad bitches tryna check a nigga pulse (Uh)
The cops been knockin' niggas off, breakin' niggas hearts
They ain't even lettin' niggas march (Nah)
Why would they respect a nigga art? Clever with the darts
Goin' like Tony with the Starks
Honestly it gotta be the Clarks, swimmin' with the sharks
Mike Amiri denim in the bar (Yeah!)
Pile of bad bitches in the car
Smokin' out the jar, put the whole zip in the cigar (Huh)
Shit hittin' like Fenton in the tar, running from the law
Let my nigga Wolf tell 'em who we are (Huh)

[Verse 2: Bruiser Wolf]
45's, I got nines with extensions
The nose on that bitch look like Scotty Pippen (Yeah)
Who that in yo' trap trippin', fuckin' with ya? (Fuckin' with ya)
Who that in yo' trap with that Pyrex vision? (Uh)
Dope game stupid, I thought I told him that (I told him that)
But he kept hustlin' and sold another slab
My baby, you could get life in a jail cell
For steppin' on white, that's walkin' on eggshells (Uh)
But send packages through air mail (Yeah)
Go shoppin' it at Tail Twelve
Hope the people that's watchin' don't go tell 12
Because these circles go around like a carousel
Huh, but they don't know what I mean
Until they steppin' on squares of white like Mike and Billie Jean (Yeah)
You ain't trappin', my baby
We strap yo' bitch with that package, look like she havin' a baby (Uh)
I be with blue faces like Papa Smurf (Papa)
Pushing boy and girl, just like childbirth (Yeah)
We hustle, hope we don't see the joint
Life's a rollercoaster, hope you see the point, uh

[Outro: Fat Ray]
Let's go