[DaBoii:] Woke up at nine with my Glock on the dresser Suckas want me dead so I just copped for the better ‘Cause I’ma let it blow ‘fore I get cropped on a sweater But still ain’t got nothing to prove, I am not with the extras Brush my teeth and put on my clothes Bitch I never been no ho and I put that on bro Nigga plottin’ on DaBoii he must put shit up his nose ‘Cause only .22 and up what I put in my pole Walked out the house, and brodie pulled up Got in the whip, asked if he’s holding he said you know that it’s tucked And we been anti our whole life so they don’t know that much of To get the day started off right we poured a four in the cup Bitch it’s Mufasa and The Demon no one closer than us Acting tough, acting a scrub come on we know it’s a bluff When you get your pack from Berner gotta roll that much up And I don’t gotta do the job ’cause I got bro in the cuts On the gang
[Yhung T.O.:] I say, “Brodie pass the blunt, why you keep hoggin’ the shit?” Lil’ baby hit my phone she tryna argue and shit Stop at the sucka store I’m tryna get in some shit But niggas never be outside ’cause they scared to get hit So I got back in the whip head straight to the north Vallejo to be exact, that’s where I jumped off the porch Where you must not value life if you don’t rock with the torch You know I used to play ball but I got tired of the sport We got choppers, we got sticks that blow way louder than yours When I was out robbing niggas you was still doing chores I bounce out and slide on niggas if I’m feeling too bored She never met nobody like me ’cause her man was dork Which Glock should I rock? Meeny, miny or moe? You can call me what you want, just don’t call me a ho Hit the plug like, “Where you at? What you got for the low?” Bitch it’s The Demon and Mufasa, we got shots for a hoe On the gang