[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] Now it's just me, my nigga Mikey D, getting throwed We was bangin' out some Masta P, on the road I prefer my word with platinum teeth, maybe gold They don't like it when you come direct, well fuck, but Spottie bold Tell them hoes they better come correct, cause I fuck My momma told me we no 'ceptin' any memberships, no adding losses I won't step up in your dealership until I'm flossin' We no flexy with the funk, add a blessing to that punk Damn, I got a son he on the way, but that's my baby I've been spittin' like it's crack or some, like since the 80's I was born I think in '91, that mean I'm chosen When I slide back through your hood, bitch, just have a frozen, bitch
[Hook] Yeah, Goddamn, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Goddamn, I'm in, feel like I'm Brad Jordan Scarface somethin', like I'm Brad Jordan Feel like I'm the fuckin', feel like I'm Brad Jordan Two dopeboys in a busted-ass rental In Houston, OPM on them pussy ass niggas Feel like I'm Brad Jordan
[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad] Now you would think I work from South Park, grindin', always makin' trouble Grippin', on another level, mothafucka I feel like droppin' classics, like the rucker And rappers be too passive
[Verse 2: Michael Da Vinci] It's just me, my brother Spottie, bitch, sit low I've been drinkin' since my momma called, around 4 Niggas asking me too many questions, fuckin' throwed Ride Da Vinci, Mike, December we was losing, now we winnin' Can I sport a couple in this, play for bucks that Brandon Jennings Wear your crown and your pocket, or that shit'll come up missin' You that nigga but the misses, eat a dick and mind ya business This for all my Eastside niggas who be eating, do no sleeping For their seedlin', never go to parties even if it is the weekend Shout-out to the women who be faithful to their pimpin' And shout-out to them haters who be all up in their feelins And shout-out to my daddy, I'mma buy your ass a Bentley
[Hook] + [Bridge]
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad] A bunch of bustas I'm on everybody's asses, and this the notice And I ain't even tryin', ho, did you notice? And this the standard, fuckin' bogus You fuckin' rappers