[Intro: Beno]
(Jose the Plug)
Know I'm Chrome Heart rockin'
(Every time I come in the kitchen, your ass in the kitchen)
Louis Vuitton shoppin'
Right

[Verse 1: Beno]
I told him play it bool 'fore I up my—
She know I hit the road, she want Golden Sun
My lil' bitch, she smooth, she a one-of-one
Bitch, open up your mouth, I bust on your tongue

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, I'm all on the interstate, I can't kick it
Goddamn, that pussy fat, can I stick it?
Know I'm Bhrome Heart shoppin', bag of blow coppin'
I can't sell it like this, watch me rerock it

[Verse 3: Beno]
My blick came with two bodies, bitch head too sloppy
Sellin' Instagram, this shit done 'came a n***a new hobby
Hit that shit one more time and get it off for thе high
Sellin dope on the sidе, it's kind hard to try and hide

[Verse 4: Drego]
Boy, bitch, I'm left lane livin', the cocaine, seal it
I get it, I lock it, you can't even sniff it
Real street n***a, I talk it, I live it
Your shit ain't even good, they get it, they livid
Baby, can you stuff this bag in your hoohah?
Heard you can dance on the lil' shit like two times
From the freshest out, I'm givin' deals, just bring your coupon
Try to send the package, intercepted, Desmond Trufant
[Verse 5: Beno]
Right, my bitch ain't trippin' on no hoes, yeah, she know I'm pimpin'
I'm sellin' dope on the side for a better livin'
Told God please forgive me 'cause He know I'm sinnin'
This bitch say my dick good, yeah, it's finger lickin'
All I really need is fiends, I don't need no n***as
I'm workin' with this triple beam, it's gon' be a minute
Never rode the pine, I was always in the game
If that's rap don't work, I'll turn to Low Down Dirty Shame
I don't believe you, dog, yeah, you runnin' game
On the strip boolin', me and Trez and Baby Dame
Send this brick lopside 'cause that's how it came
Boy, you know that's topside, don't put that on my name

[Verse 6: Drego]
Man, put the dog on a leash, it's kinda hard to tame
Bitch, I played the five, you the sixth man, Marlon Wayans
For that pape', I have 'em slidin', n***a, broad day
Have him bangin' up your whip and he don't even bang
Ups and downs, rich, broke, rich, but I don't never change
Know you takin' real road trips, it's only two lanes
My brother sprained his wrist whippin', cookin' up a Mulsanne
Uh, I can see this shit vivid like a Blu-ray
Your bitch only give me top like a toupée
Got my young bitch trappin' on a school day
Got the trap goin' up on a Tuesday
You got them killers on your side, that's what you say
Don't get your ass in a bind like some loose pape'
Young n***as can't do the time, so they do statements