[Pouya:]
Pouya & Nell bout to put a spell
On you mothaf**in haters, sendin em straight to hell
Man, I cannot tell, you, on how we work
On this music, not a b**h, I don't even flirt
Yeah, she open her skirt, and let me slide right in
Not f**in this b**h, I'm f**in some twins, from the start to the end, I'm goin in
[Nell:]
Put the skrilla on the table, I make it in an instant
Chasin' paper, I got these n***as hatin from a distance
Spit crack when I'm lifted, miss me if it ain't business
You don't know who your friends is, till you puttin them years in
But I'm bout of the millions
Might run down be in your town like a pilgrim, new era game Aapes up in the mothaf**in' buildin'
[Pouya:]
Spittin that fire like cigarette packs, b**hes they know and we all up in our stacks
f** em, and leave em, and never come back
You feenin for dick like they feenin for crack
Up in the street, Nell get the mac, 10
Problems we solven em fast
s** on my dick, and kiss on my a**, ain't gonna smoke but still part of the plan
The thicker the p**y, the fatter the a**
The haters want beef, but I'm bringing them back
All of you haters are so f**in wack
Shout out to Nell for gettin this track
Up on the map, I don't f** with rats
I'm runnin this sh** like you runnin in track
You talkin that sh**, I'm a give you a smack
We come to yo crib and we eat all yo snacks
[Nell:]
Back on the scene, chasing the dream, moving that green, pourin that lean
Pointin the beam, scope from the top
Bullets gonna fling, and bodies gonna drop
Ya'll ain't f**in with mac 10
Mac 10, go to clappin, in black land, what's happenin
Bad b**h on my mattress
Strip her then kick her from outta the crib
Hit from the back and I'm catchin the grip
Hittin the spliff, this how I live, Pouya tell them b**hes what it is
[Pouya:]
f**in, I'm buckin, and haters be duckin, cause you know I'm bustin, and f**in it up
I don't give a f**, I'm spittin these bars, and these lyrics all up in a rush
I gotta crush, all the paper stacks, get on my cash and get it from my ash
Told that b**h to kiss my a**
She a ho, so I pa** her a** to my homies, no food at the crib so I guess its bread and baloney
b**hes phony
Don't f** with the 4 bad b**hes on me
[Nell:]
Bad b**h, no shirt, f** hoes, get blow
Spittin this flame when I'm lit off the dro
Kickin like this cause this what I know
You n***as gay and I'm hittin it so
f**in her fast and then I get slow
Grippin the tech, and hittin yo neck, we livin in cheques [?]
[Pouya:]
Hittin my flow, but what do ya know, I'm bout my dough
I'm sendin an a**a**in to your front door
Keepin it low key, talkin to me? MIA where I be
f** with me, now my condos, gas and a whip, so I can't go far, don't laugh at my plans, I mean I'm the mans, [?]
Hoes on my dick, don't you understand