[Intro]
Zane

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Every step color-coordinated when I walk inside the room
Hopped up out another whatchu call it and it goin' zoom
Van, this ain't a Harry Potter book, but I be totin' brooms
I know why you wanna hate, you got nothing else to do
Rifle with a scope, so I see a fuckboy with a view
Thirty stickin' out my Trues, sorry, I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance, peel the gas, you see me slidin' through
If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy, we watchin' you

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
I got a scope, I got a scope, I got a scope
Ayy, bitch, I will shoot ya
I smoked the pope, I smoked the pope, I smoked the pope
That hailin' Medusa
Fuck out the way, banana will spray
Doggin' the choppa, the deadly array
Off of the yay, sippin' Kool-Aid
Fuck a bitch shit with that knife and that nade
Ayy, ayy, let’s go, hit the store
I need drank to sip some more
Right before, word to Sto
Bitch, don’t touch my Gucci coat
Bitch, you broke, yeah, you short
Middle finger to the pope
Check the dope, peep the flow
Paint your bitch ass like Van Gogh
[Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli]
I guess the simulation glitched, stupid thot, 'cause I got rich
Lotta ass up on my bitch, bought a Patek for my dick
Stack my money to the ceiling, then I do that shit again
Two Glocks and they matching, so I call them bitches "twinny-twins"

[Verse 4: Ramirez]
What’s the play? Posted at the trap house, playin' on 2K
Keep the K just in case them fuckboys try to slide my way
Double case, take the police on the E-Way for a chase
Disobey and I promise that your punk-ass can’t evade (Ayy)

[Verse 5: Boobie Lootaveli]
Watch how you touch me, these fibers are delicate
Bitch, have some etiquette, suck on my elephant
I am surrounded by guns like the president
Police, they try to roll me for embezzlement
I got a stick and a K with a fifty
The drum lookin' like it was flashin' a titty
I’m breakin' a pound while I’m makin' a quarter
Pull up with gorillas, you lookin' for cover

[Verse 6: Ramirez]
Boobie the driver and bitch, I’m the shooter
I’m holdin' the Choppa and Boobie the Ruger
I kick in your door with a two-ton bazooka
I blow your shit back while I’m blowin' the tookah
Money so long that I extend the ruler
Diamonds is drippin', shoutout to my jeweler
Spittin' this pimpin', the product I’m whippin'
I break up a bundle and sell to consumers