[Verse: Marqus Turner]
I couldn't get a deal so I had to make myself one
Minnesota snow we did
It only putting on my day ones
One time for the app, two times for the city
Three times for the G music nation
And my brothers rockin with me
Cardi B had to boss up
Aubrey flow cuz im charged up
Had to run a couple laps around these niggas
Just to let em’ know i'm next up
You say you Minnesota's favorite?
Well I say your bars basic
Cuz I’m Minnesota’s finest
Harder bars can't find it
(Get top on the phone, said it won't be long)
Yall rap niggas sound the same is it a sing along?
Hold on, sit down, be humble instead
I heard he caught a tip to the leg
Got the Don with me on the track
Brooklyn shit he with all that
Dont mess with me i'll call em’ up
Say “peel his muffin cap back”
Cuz I’m coming from the six
With my air force ones
Two chains on my neck
Only putting on my day ones my day ones

[Chorus]
I’m going in yeah, (I say)
I’m going in yeah, (I say)
I’m going in RNP and shifty
Going in, yeah


[Verse: Keshawn the Don]
I’m finna spaz if you listen nigga
You ain't trippin nigga
I got your bitch, she be licking niggas
So you be kissing nigga
Aye watch me flex, I ain't lifting nigga
Just count that chicken nigga
Karate chop how I’m kicking niggas
These hoes be picking niggas, aye
I always told myself my heart is
Bigger than my body
A lil nigga with no fear and I picked up that shoddy
And all these niggas pussy smelling like a baby potty
Could give a fuck about these haters
They could never stop me
I’m living like yolo, kicking like dojo
Tryna keep up but you slow though
Get fold like a photo, broke like a hobo
Know that you niggas dont want smoke
I keep me a low pro, smoke and i dont choke
Know that my plug got that cold dope
Got bitches that's old though need me a cold hoe
Need me a bitch that go loco
Yeah I’m that nigga bitch
Don't make me pull this trigger bitch
And I be killing shit I’m feeling like a villain bitch
And I be fly just like a eagle ain't from philly bitch
I got it jumping like some rabbits you a silly bitch
Stay trappin, niggas stay clapping
Niggas worried ‘bout me cuz I’m never lacking
And I’m never slacking and my shorty packing
Cuz I’m arming hands like I’m steady dabbing
Yeah, all of my niggas on go, all of my niggas got poles
Me and my niggas got bread, all of us making the toast
You should just lay on the floor, yeah