[Intro: Draco McCoy]

We in the dungeons with it nigga

Yeah, ooh, uh



[Chorus: Draco McCoy]

Yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof

I give a fuck about the rules

Left the venue puffin' like I'm Snoop, ah-yeah

Poof, I'm stuffin' sluts up in the coupe

I press the button then I vroom

Fuck the feds, zoomin', know you seen us flew by, yeah

I, I been gettin' way way too high

Don't try my niggas man, they may shoot out

I'm tryna get it way way too live

They said that I wouldn't, I did it



[Verse 1: Draco McCoy]

This shit is easy

Diamonds stomp the yard, Chris Breezy

Wild out with a shawty then please me

Shout out to the ones who didn't leave me

The rest you can die, uh

Shawty off the bars, getting sleepy

Molly got me charged, hitting greedy

Hennessy, all you niggas wig please please

Step to the side, uh

In that moshpit like I'm tryna rip some heads off

Hit that fire bitch like I'm tryna rip her legs off

Gettin' profits, bitch I'm tryna see that bread call

Niggas not shit, they ain't tryna see that red rum

I'm in that Ford like it's a foreign still far from the wheel, uh

I was born to kill, off that fossil, you know it's real

Bitch I'm a solid nigga

I see 'em, they watching, they pissed 'cause I got it nigga

I'm a profit nigga

I get it, I got it, I'm never gon' drop it

I promise, put it on my mama nigga, ah

Sippin' sippin', body full of liquor, ah

With it with it, they ain't fucking with us, ah

Baby want to take a picture

Hatin' niggas stay on Twitter

They ain't with us, they just know we with it bitch



[Chorus: Draco McCoy]

Yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof

I give a fuck about the rules

Left the venue puffin' like I'm Snoop, ah-yeah

Poof, I'm stuffin' sluts up in the coupe

I press the button then I vroom

Fuck the feds, zoomin', know you seen us flew by, yeah

I, I been gettin' way way too high

Don't try my niggas man, they may shoot out

I'm tryna get it way way too live

They said that I wouldn't, I did it



[Verse 2: Mathaius Young]

Never pressed 'bout a bitch

Never pressed 'bout a bitch nigga

Time to flex for your best friend

Call a hearse, tell 'em come and get 'em

Road runnin', money bag, always bustin' moves like quarterback

Big pockets for them big racks

Countin' cheese, I can smell a rat

Little toy, Ricki Lake, barely talk, can't relate

Money counter, cool me down

Being high, never coming down

Making plays, make somethin' shake

Gain a couple pounds like I'm sellin' weight

First album let the first tape

You in last place, got the worst tape

Hah, admit it, stealing swag for a penny

Or for a dime, I got plenty

Catchin' work all through the city

Hah, great, got a nigga running late

Doin' laps like I'm in a race

Money on the line like a date