[Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot]
Yea we on some other sh**
Them n***as you ain't f**ing with
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
They be all in love with it
We flyer than the mother ship
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
[Verse 1: Indie Thot]
I'm too cold, yall too slow
You n***as sweet like glucose
They just mad cuz they ain't rolling nothing like my crew rolls
We roll up like fruit rolls
Got soul like shoe stores
And we got dough, blowing pot smoke
Make it rain bring a poncho
My wallets like a Webster
I'm in this lab like I'm Dexter
We k**in beats so you better
Tell them n***as bring a stretcher
n***a fess up, we the best in the West
Got a superhero flow with a S on my chest
But please, rest a**ured
If these rappers sick then I carry the cure
See all these labels gonna put me on tour
Then all these ladies ask for an encore
Then all these haters be hating of course
I pay them no mind just follow my course
Cuz, we currently getting this currency
Making dope sh** out of courtesy
Flow like a current of circuitry
[Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot]
Yea we on some other sh**
Them n***as you ain't f**ing with
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
They be all in love with it
We flyer than the mother ship
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
[Verse 2: Opie Slouch]
I spit game to perfection
My flow is dope inject it
Yo b**h is in my section
And she trying to get that s**ing
Cuz she already know ol' boy got good
And anywhere I go I rep my hood
It's Riv City b**h (b**h)
You ain't f**in with that sh** (sh**)
All these b**hes they love my dick
Got so much soul it'll make you sick
You should probably get some Theraful
My flow will f**in' embarra** you
Ain't no doubt on that
I'm just laying out the fact I'm
Gettin the hoes, cause of these sounds
If I got weed then I'm breaking it (down, down, down)
Rolling it up, smokin on loud they knowing whats up
(smokes blunt)
Chiefin' out ya speakers
I date hoes that stay in heels and I only stay in sneakers
I'm daydreaming off that reefa
I could barely see through my peepers
That's that uhh
[Hook: Uncle Phil & Indie Thot]
Yea we on some other sh**
Them n***as you ain't f**ing with
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
They be all in love with it
We flyer than the mother ship
Tell them haters s** a dick
Tell them haters s** a dick
[Verse 3: Lil' Ant]
Uhh
I'm on my occupation, and still these n***as hatin
But I'm still on my grind and I ain't even skating
I'm getting dead presidents but not them Ronald Reagan's
I'm blowing on medicinal but I'm not a patient
f** what a n***a think, I'm all about my green
Treat your b**h like a rookie put her on the team
I'm living life in the mothaf**in fast lane
Married to the money, it got my last name
Imma be here for a while so you n***as face it
n***as hate me cuz I f**ed they b**h or they just racist
n***as claim they getting money but they puttin up a front
Cuz when its time to roll one up they can't even put in on the blunt
b**h!
Hoe a** n***a!
f** ya'll n***as cuz!