[Intro]
(Rell On The Track)
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in the, what?
Whatever you wanna call it, an organized crime
I'm in the waste management business
Everybody immediately assumes your mob's up

[Chorus]
Ayy
Put a stick on a n***a like he Rodney King
My white bitch don't smoke weed, she want Charlie Sheen
I've been sippin' lean so long, I got a rotten kidney
Two seater, mean ain't nobody ridin' with me
That money mandatory, I just gotta get it (I need it)
Bitch, do you wanna hit a island with me? (Wanna go?)
She finally found a rich n***a, say the grass greener
She got a wide cat, can I get in between it?

[Verse]
I ain't breakin' down the lingo, gotta know the meanin'
I ain't givin' n***as sauce, you gotta find the season
My dawg turned his back on me so I called it treason (Traiter)
Now he hangin' with his opps, I ain't never seen it (I can't believe it)
My plug just be tossin' me for no reason
Serve Brody in the tracks, slid on bae in the Demon
Everytime I see my lil' n***as, they be schemein'
We don't beef with broke boys and I heard that n***a leakin'
If you fuck another n***a bitch, how is we ever even?
Sometimes I don't think, I just off top get to tweakin'
Put the binary on semi, you can hear it tinkin'
Slam my dick on her cougar, I can see it winkin'
This weed's just so fuckin' loud, you can hear it stinkin'
Boy, that better not be no Rollie, I can hear it tickin'
You find yourself gettin' tough, n***a gon' go missin'
I bought this whole house just so I can use the kitchen
Who the one I call on when it's gettin' sticky?
Hoes watchin' me from fake pages, this shit gettin' tricky
I start passin' out shots, n***as gettin' tipsy
Fuck her, now her friend wanna fuck, this shit gettin' creepy
Dawg givin' me cop vibes, I don't wanna meet him
And he sayin' that they for the low, I don't even want 'em
Stop tellin' people you fuck with her, she ain't got no motion
My bitch got face, ass, money and some more shit
The way I put this shit on, I should be posin'
You in the bar dancin', you should be hostin'
Doin' the dash in this AMG, I should be coastin'
She gon' fuck whoever buy her somethin', I'm already knowin'
It ain't close to the wintertime, it's already snowin'
[?] say it, it can't stop now, it's already goin'
You can't stop with the men up top, God already for me
We ain't leave him on the first spin, that n***a lucky
[Chorus]
Ayy
Put a stick on a n***a like he Rodney King
My white bitch don't smoke weed, she want Charlie Sheen
I've been sippin' lean so long, I got a rotten kidney
Two seater, mean ain't nobody ridin' with me
That money mandatory, I just gotta get it (I need it)
Bitch, do you wanna hit a island with me? (Wanna go?)
She finally found a rich n***a, say the grass greener
She got a wide cat, can I get in between it?