[Verse 1: ZIAS, Trippie Redd, B.Lou]
Okay, Z Look Jamaican
All these n***as be fakin'
The Glock is on me, think I won't shoot?
Then you highly mistaken
All this ice on my neck cold, brrr
It got me shakin'
Leave yo' bitch around me, B.Lou and Trippie that bitch'll be taken
That bitch'll be gone
We put that bitch in rotation
And I'm countin' that bacon
I'm with all the Z's like I am a Haitian
Yeah, count me some paces
Now I've been patiently waitin'
Gettin' the money, count up all the fragrance
Yeah, cause I'm smellin' good, yeah
Yeah, I'm smellin' good
I'm smellin' good
I'm smokin' on strong
One to his head, that n***a gone
That n***a gonе
I'm bad to the bone
Hit that bitch once, now that bitch blowin' my phonе
I be higher than a drone
I be higher than a drone
Fuck that bitch make her go prone
You already know
[Verse 2: ZIAS, Trippie Redd, B.Lou]
Countin' guap, gotta reach the fuckin' top
Pull up choppers out, clean 'em with a mop
That n***a gone, you know B.Lou smokin' that strong
Exotic, rollin' up in a fucking cone
Rollin' with that chrome got me in my zone
Pull up with that bitch, bad to the bone
Yeah I got some money baby, you already know
I keep a pole
And this gas what I fucking blow
Aw shit, what I fuckin' roll
I fuckin' roll exotic in a cone
Like I said, I might hit that shit out the bone
We get real high, a n***a real fly
Like a motherfuckin' bird, n***a
I'm the shit, I ain't talkin' bout no turd, n***a
I be 'bout that action like a verb n***a
30 in the fuckin' trunk
30 in the fuckin' cut
And I'm in this bitch like a monk
Smokin' on some fuckin' skunk