text: 30, you a fool for this one
  EarDrummers
  Mike Will Made-It
  Young nigga ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
  Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin’
  All my young niggas lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
  With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
  Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy nigga, who gon be tearin’ out?
  You gon be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon bust nann shot
  I can’t believe these pussy nigga tryna beef about this hoe
  This a freak, this ain’t ya hoe, you ain’t street boy, you’s a hoe
  I was tryna find out how fuck that he came through the hole
  How the fuck da spot got hot, found a leak went through ya hole
  You been pillow talkin’ woe, real killa talkin’ cold
  Real nigga talkin’ codes, I say jigga, that’s a low
  Got a jugga in DC, got fight that jigga off in court
  So many jugg, I need a bankroll just like Hov
  Send a bankroll, not these hoes 
  Rest easy Bankroll, still my bro 
  Gotta stay on tippy toe , goin this way way up on you hoes
  Damn right off in this bitch, I’ll put this K up on her bro
  I was just tryna get money, you tryna fade the draco
  Young nigga ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
  Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin’
  All my young niggas lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
  With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
  Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy nigga, who gon be tearin’ out?
  You gon be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon bust nann shot
  Pussy nigga thought that he was mob, he just a mascot
  Young Vito way, rookie of the year like Prescott
  I got young killas, just like Curry, they don’t miss a shot
  They don’t miss a shot, I send em straight up through ya spot
  Nigga had da nerve to ask Lil’ 1 bout a pussy ass bitch
  That hoe don’t belong to me or you, that hoe belong straight to dick
  These hoes belong straight to dick, I’ma young nigga from the bricks 
  Ain’t got feelings for a bitch unless she tryna get me rich 
  Money, power, respect though, pullin up by the bankroll
  Want some problems? Ain’t think so, want some smoke? Ain’t think so
  Hangin out with them dracos, walkin up with them dracos
  Mob for life that’s the way it goes, cross ya out that’s the way it go
  Young nigga ballin’ like Curry, bitch keep stalkin’ my jewelry
  Sixes all on the curb and know a young nigga swervin’
  All my young niggas lurkin’, bitch get messy on purpose
  With my bitch she still flirtin’, what’s a dick? That’s a thirty
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no crab bitch, baby pull that cash out huh
  Pull that cash out, baby this your last shot
  I ain’t fuckin’ wit no pussy nigga, who gon be tearin’ out?
  You gon be tearin’ out, you ain’t gon bust nann shot, pussy
  December 
  Ayo Troub, get at me bruh, its Mike WiLL, Im at the yo. It was me callin from that 404 number man like. This my new number bruh, get at me, Im at the yo