[Intro]
(Tigaro)

[Verse 1: ICØNS]
Bitch, I'ma slit your throat
Got em' guns that I like to tote
Pass that blunt, let me get that toke
Fucked your bitch, and I left her soaked
Hey, run that shit, yeah, give me your bag
Suck my dick, yeah, place-man-tag
Tuck my gun, yeah, it never sagged
Why you stutter? That's a real-life lag, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Get the bag up, get the bag up
Aye, aye, aye
Get your ass up, get your ass up
We always been riding in the back, so we fiddling their seat
It's funny we haven't seen the sun yet
Check them up, we ain't talking about ball
Runnin' this shit, I'ma tell we will fall, aye
Twitter's gone and fucked up your brain
You lookin' dumb, you lookin' drained
Now mind your bitch, I'm getting gains
Fuck you, bitch, your life's in vain

[Bridge: ICØNS]
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Yeah, fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Fuck you, bitch
Yeah, fuck you, bitch
(Tigaro)
[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Yeah, I'm in the back of the whip, yeah
Passed out, real shit, yeah
Get a fuckin' head split, yeah
I don't talk real shit, yeah
I've been waiting, I'ma quit, yeah
Only ever tryna hit, yeah
I ain't friends with the bitch, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Dated back, pussy on track, I don't need to pack
(I don't need to pack)
Only ever gettin' around tour if there is money stacked (Yeah)
Came with it, I'ma stay with it, y'all fucked up (Y'all fucked up)
Act different when the bitch with 'em, y'all fucked up