(feat. J. Diggs, Sleep Dank, Da' Unda' Dogg)



[VERSE 1: Mac Dre]

Back in December, or was it November?

It's kind of shady, I can vaguely remember

I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender

He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender

That's when a smurf pulled on my shirt

Said (Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt)

I said, "Hold on, I don't know what you think

You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink"

He backed the fuck up and did more than you think

He had a AP, not a nine, but it's sort of the same

So now it's one lonely R-o-m-p

I'm all by myself without nobody

Slightly noided, sense death, can I avoid it?

Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet

He looked back, then I pulled out my strap

Slapped him it twice but uh, I should've clapped

Cause this other goon nigga started wildin

I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin

Told my niggas to come on the double

They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble

He said yeah, he know he comin

"But damn my nigga, you always into somethin"



[VERSE 2: J. Diggs]

Recently, June 4th, released from jail

And 'bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell

It's that nigga y'all done heard about, young J. Diggs

Love to play the game and I play big

I see suckers havin money and I gots to have some

You in the double R, I gots to have one

I'm all up in his backdo' like knock-knock-knock

The nigga moved too fast, so I pop-pop-popped

Should've stood still, there would be no firing

But it's a little late, all I'm hearin is sirens

So now I'm in the wind like leaves on trees

I'm in the crowd tryin to blend like d's on v's

I'm sweatin bullets, I'm an ex-con out on parole

What the fuck was I thinkin, I'm out of control

I'm at the Romp House and I'm huffin and puffin

My niggas lookin at me crazy cause I'm always into somethin



[VERSE 3: Sleep Dank]

Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs

We drinkin Rémy doin heavy drugs

Nigga, we stay explosive, it's about a quarter to six

Step out the limousine, my wallet's 'bout a quarter inch thick

Nigga, we shittin on em, I pop the three-piece, savage

So many carats up in my ice I could choke a rabbit

Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look

We hit that nigga with that murder book

Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a Moët glass

Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast

Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot

We keep it gangsta with them choppers out

S-l double, I smell trouble, boy, it's nothin

Keep your peace, muthafucka, I'm always into somethin



[VERSE 4: Da' Unda' Dogg]

Let me tell you somethin 'bout a nigga like me

Never should've been let out the penitentiary

Cause niggas done switched up, I guess they got it mixed up

Now I'ma dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up

Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga

S-in on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga

Ain't no love in this thug shit

Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch

Plus she done gave me the run-down on how this nigga run round

Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down

His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out

Caught his ass scared and out, Bronc style, dead him out

Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with

Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit

Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin

Yo nigga always up into somethin