[Verse 1:RodiMiS]
Evil doers
Y'all compete with rumors
I got your seat cookin
You ain't gettin chicks you just typed up octop**y
Typed in your search bar, o god
I guess you need more
You don't steal chicks, you just see p**y Galore
Cruisin for more dudes to put there P's and Q's on
Small dons reverse their name thinkin that its James Bond
That one member built a dam before the beaver
The one achiever
Madlib got me records through the gold finger
Its old and tender
Bounce of the mic find your Thumper
And maybe even her sidekick
She's yours, well I guess I got her number
Without the question, the blue mask musta been seductive
I didn't steal her from your heart, Jus uppercut it
And me, whose to deny
I take your cream, I got the golden eye
Golden gun, The riches from the mic if that's a surprise
There I go made her swear first
I guess she's in the rough cuz diamonds are forever
Rime, RodiMiS Rime
And I pulled in your hench woman from her backside
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2:RodiMiS]
From the hood with love
Toss it up
I guess I had to give her up
Go home and set the T up
Spinnin in the gla**, this ain't the tea cup
Shootin lyrics, please duck
I take any kind of meat
Wrong number how bout you leave
Countin the diamonds to the right beat
Credits roll as I speak
I'd get her again next week
A quick villain I get to breach
Read it aloud, Dawg Egg Seat