Then we go spin back, f*ck it, send him twice
Yeah, we runnin' round the curbs like we playin' dice
F*ckin' all my shi up, that ain't nice,
Walkin' while I'm walkin', and he takin' what I takin
Talkin' while I'm talkin', you know you can't say it right
And my brother flipin shit, he turn dirt to gold, you ain't know nothin' bout that shit
Methods comin' in, yeah we chargin for that shit
F*ck that band for band, you know you can't touch this shit
Talkin' bout his brodie, but he know he givin' up
They gon' put y'all on, then he foldin' for a bitch