[Verse 1: Michael Da Vinci]
Yall n***as talking that gangsta sh**
None of yall n***as near gangsta rich
Back to the crib wit my gangsta b**h
Why you throw me like that, her favorite
Know a couple lil n***as who dangerous
Know a couple lil n***as who savage lit
You a boosted fed, free booster, man
f** them other n***as like Uncle Sam
And f** them other n***as cuz we shine on them
No limit wit my soldiers cuz I ride for them
They mad, they dont wanna see murder
Get up on your beat and I'll merk ya a**
Ya b**h love the way I start the beat all fast
Then slow it down, its effortless
It's the House muthaf**a til the deferment
My n***as Detroit, yall pistol-less
Devil, red wings no hockey tip
Push the House, you get it take ya b**h
Fourth quarter, Michael Jefferies
Cuz Michael don't play when it comes to this
Them raps that they rappin' like they be on anthems
And n***as is actors like talkin they sh**
Lil homie get bars, before you get balled
And step ya weak a** up to Michael da Vinci
[Hook]
b**h I'm ballin
Say b**h I'm ballin
Say b**h I'm ballin
[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
These hoes call me young sporty
Step up and get ya b**h f**ed
I dont give sh** about pissin, I came to a grip that
Yo son came out lookin like us
n***as throw me on a beat and my syllables twist
I hopped in my ride and I'm chucking your disc
I left wit the House and I came in your b**h
Ain't talkin bout sh**, you just pumpin your fist
These hoes wanna swallow my babies
These n***as tryna ride my dick
Don't try to give me advice I got soda you like
And yo cosign ain't bringing you sh**
n***as tryna ride this wave, f** em
I send my love in bundles
Give no f**s bout how f**in good you can rap
Your verse ain't bringing me numbers
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Rikki Blu]
I bet she bust it for the house on half a pill
And you swearing that you thuggin but you ain't foreal
You tryna bust a ceil, I'm tryna cop a pill
M&M's wit the blue and yellow purple hills
Throwin n***as out the crib like Uncle Phil
This is not a drill, so get me back and the track cuz them racks
At the trap double black out the tech
Guarantee these n***as won't hold me back
Boy you think you hard cuz you came wit a strap
Well rat-tat-tat-tat we ended outlet
I entered that smash my foot on the gas, I'm grippin that a**
I'm rippin this track, It's easy as that
I'm Jordan wit raps, these n***as ain't whack, The House it's a wrap
But back to trap wit the pack I go
You rappin bout rappin its whack and they clappin
Pause, what the f** is wrong wit yall
They laced up the hoop, we came here to ball
I'm f**in that b**h, you slipped in them draws
I'm grinnin and sh**, you simpin and sh**
You textin that b**h, She s**ed on my dick
f**ed wit the clique on the House in the flick
Yo b**h rockin my jersey and my music all in her Iphone
I don't see how thats yo main b**h, if yo main b**h is my side hoe
And my grind slow but Imma shine hoe
And what you think about me dont matter, why
Cuz you don't fix the food on my platter, I
Climb to the top and keep the ladder, why
I'm sicker than droppin 38 wit a fever man
Im meaner than, the leader and all of the believers man