Verse 1: RJmrLA 
I'm tryna smoke and get some head (Both) 
Give your girl good dick, make her piss her bed 
She get you hook up in that water, watch her fish her man 
She switchin' hands, go hibachi like she Ms. Japan 
I'm switchin' Lams, switch the Rovers out in Switzerland 
They roll over and retire like it's Michelin 
You know me, I'm OT with the bitch again 
She OD about the D like it's Michigan 
Spread limbs with my trees, ain't no keys on my keys 
Had them twins doing threes, fucking friends and enemies 
My pants from Italy, ayy, bands on guillotine, ayy 
Twins from Sicily, got plans to hit a beat 
They been running through these rappers like it's hip-hop 
They said all lives matter, I said, "Bitch, stop" 
Just liplock 'till your panties get that drip spot  
I just fucked they monkey ass in Bape flip flops 

Chorus: RJmrLA & O.T. Genesis 
Oh, hold up 
I got some time to roll up 
Ah, ah, pay me to show up 
You not a man, you'd go up 
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my) 
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my) 
Oh, wait 
Oh, hold up 
I got some time to roll up 
Ah, gotta pay me to show up 
You not a man, you'd go up 
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my) 
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait) 
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up) 
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope) 
You gotta pay me to show up 
You not a man, you'd go up 
Bitch, don't bang my line (O.T.) 
You ain't gotta bang my line 
Oh, wait 

Verse 2: O.T. Genesis
Don't call my phone, don't text me, bitch (Yeah)
All this ice on me, Wayne Gretzkey, bitch (Ah)
Runnin' 'round town, yeah, you know you a ho
You done fucked every nigga, now you calling 'em bro
Yeah, you look good, baby, but you ain't shit
Should've been a baseball 'cause you do get hit
You a plan B, Plan A ain't fittin' you right
Speaking of Plan B, that's what you took last night (Ugh)
You gon' need a oil change on that broke ass Benz
Told you 'bout hanging with your broke ass friends
Ain't gon' never be a main, you ain't stable
You a side piece and you at another nigga table
Nobody picking up, bitch, don't hit me
You done got everybody, you ain't gon' get me
It's some shit that you just don't get
You should've been in gymnastics, you a flip

Chorus: RJmrLA
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, ah, pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait
Oh, hold up
I got some time to roll up
Ah, gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, hold up, yeah, oh, wait)
Oh, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
I got some time to roll up (Roll up that dope)
You gotta pay me to show up
You not a man, you'd go up
Bitch, don't bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
You ain't gotta bang my line (Oh, my, oh, my)
Oh, wait