RamyOnThaBeat Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit Now what I told you girl Go get the bag and make that money Shake that ass and keep it comin' Set it up, gon' take some Now what I told you girl If he got a question, I don't know He might be feds, and I ain't goin' Undercover lying, you ain't even know Now what I told you girl Go get the bag, stack it up Too much ass, back it up Go get the coupe, and wrap it up Now what I told you girl If he on the phone, then he callin' law You better run, and make a haul You better snatch the bag and all See I'm on aim, with precision I ain't gon' lie, I got vision Yeah, I got dope, in the kitchen Book a hotel, when I'm whippin' Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit I got a freaky shit boss bitch Got her own money she can talk shit Chest still jumpin' like a mosh pit Bentley truck, fuck with the top whip Pop shit, my watch lit So cold, I got sick Diamonds hit hard like [?] twins Ninth grade recs in my cargo pants Rodeo on a Tuesday You don't even know da amount I spent Free my dawgs, hit a lick for a mil' Bust it down with all my friends All my hoes got my name on their body Tryna turn a Maserati to a Bugatti Made 'em learn to stretch like they're doin' Pilates Choppin' down trees and I don't know karate Just got off the phone with [?] Smokin' with Scotty Hell yeah, the packs finally landed God damn, I'm feelin' real jolly We got drugs, we got bottles We the life of the party [?] on my drip, and that ain't hearty And my niggas smoke like Bob Marley Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit Got P's on call I hit that lick I got a bitch that's fine as shit She pullin' up to juug the hit Come with the bag and come split Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit He has the chance, finesse the bitch Move with no evidence Just call me if he tests shit