[Intro: Trippie Redd]

Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that dick then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope

[Verse 1: Lonely Rich]

East coast spin on this shit lil bitch
Why you talkin all that shit, all my n***as stay lit
Bitch I’m workin everyday, get the fuck up out my way
You want bitches in yo face i just want a new rafe
She wanna geek a lot, damn
Told that bitch gimmie top, damn
Never can wife a thot, damn
Bitch I ain't hittin that, damn
Big Body what's your build boy
I’ll boy
N***a need to find his chill boy
For real boy
Bitch I'm reppin crescents cause that shit a passion
Stone cold fuckin killer keep the pistol clapping
Stupid bitch wanna say her mans poppin
Get dropped quick no time for all that extra shit
Bitch you gotta go
Gucci on my toes
Pearl the blunt I roll
Lean and rock the show
Bitch I keep it cold with the flow
Shoutout CMA bitch I'm runnin with a gang what