Ayy K. Dot

Yeah, yeah

Can we get it how we used to get itLike when Top had the red Charger?

Can we get it how we used to get it

Like when Top had the red Charger?

Can we get it how we used to get it?

Cap on, and I got racks on

Spent four nights in the country I like

Then I take my rich ass back home

Blow so bright, I could make make moonlight

See this ain′t like your pheromones

Blew one, big gun, bare tone

Who won? We won, yeah, holmes

We old school like Capitol

My old school made doctor note

My old school made hard knock

Black on black, my coupe and strap

I ain't balling on the hard tops

I told y′all to call Top, now my number call blocked

I don't miss, I call shot

Hol' up, yeah

Cap on and I got racks on (And I got racks on)

And I produced that diesel

I could put Shaq on (I could put Shaq, ayy)

Nigga, your bitch gon′ leave you

You ain′t got a backbone (You ain't got, hol′ up)

I don't rely on people, I just go and bread chase

Whoa, this so fucking dope, I might catch a fed case

Whoa, you ain′t getting money, nigga, then you dead weight

Whoa, got the drop on 'em, there he go, checkmate

Whoa, we go drop on ′em, y'all better play it safe

Whoa

Cap on, and I got racks on

Don't be bitter, you′re dope

They reconsider that shit, be stepped on

Eastside Johnny way out that project

But then I get my rep on

Fuck your feeling, no question bitch

I kill it, I bring that check home

We old school like domino

My old school made lawyers know

My old school a match box

Black on black, bad bitch in the back

We ballin′ on a hard top

Dot told y'all to call Top

Now my number call blocked

We don′t miss, we call shots, swervin'

I pay ′em no mind mind because I curve 'em

She said I look way better in person

I told her I do better when I′m workin'

You scared motherfucker, go to churches

Right back in this bitch, take a flick

Hoe, what's happening (Yeah)

We don′t politic money clip, like it′s fashion (Yeah)

Me and Rock go back like, flipping matresses

Me and Dot go back like knocking addresses

Cap on, cap on, drum hold thirty, no add-on

Lil' man mad, don′t wanna go bad on

Big kickstand fold out, when you lack on

You ain't no man, you a mouse in a rat hole

I hold band, whole stack, that′s factual

Call Big Ten on a island bashful

Fuck your plane, I'ma burn that castle

Fuck that clan, I′ma burn that task force

It's sick murder when I say go

Hoppin' out that van with a black ski mask

And a great big murder when I say go

Man, I took my chance, and I paint like that

Let′ see how further it might go

And it just might hurt you when I go

And my name might curse you when I go

Bitch

In God we trust

Fear no man, but in God we trust

Both palm in hand, prayin′ I stay up

I know you try your best but it's not like us

Wow, oh you say you got a bad one

Wow, I can tell you never had one

Wow, we back to back acting manie

Wow, East-side Johnny going stupid, stupid, stupid

Wow