[Verse 1 - Kazzy Chase]
R.I.P. Tark; I don't coach n***as
In the city looking like a coke dealer
In the club flexing on a broke n***a
Probably take your b**h; light the dope with her
Probably hit the strip for a note, n***a
In the game; no cheat code, n***a
Pull up to the scene on a 4-wheeler
No room on the back, still roll with us
n***a I done seen your team
I seen your team & your team take L's
And my team don't, we just make sales
I done came up just to come back down
And my hoes so down
My hoes down
Some of y'all n***as hoes mine right now
Cashing n***as checks 'fore they even write them down
Then I see them out in public & never give them a pound
I'm the same motherf**er, man
This sh** so lit, I'm with the sh**s
I broke the bank & fixed the whip
I pour the drank & mix it with the Sprite
I stay key, my n***a, day & night
This whole year was nothing but the jack
Me & Neek just hit these n***as back to back to back to back to back to back
The Blaqueout, n***a
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[Verse 2 - Nikko Dator]
Still maintaining, I will remain
Put it on me; that's on everything
People still looking at me very strange
Still the same Neek, I ain't never change
Grinding like I'm on auto-pilot
If she bad, I might piledrive it
But I don't want her, she simple minded
Seeing all this money get her too excited
Still doing sh** that they talk about
Heavy metal like I'm rocking out
Still smoking on that very loud
And I will never turn it down
Fell asleep in my Ferragamo's
Going broke is not in the motto
Homie, my past is your tomorrow
I want my swag that you tried to borrow
I don't ever say a thing
Kazz & I collab so supreme
Get her wetter than a submarine
Now she rep the team & dine in fine cuisine
Crack-crack & you know that
Quit acting like you wrote that
I see you hating in the forecast
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