[Intro: Chase Fetti]
N***a got some soul on this shit, man, uh, I come from morals and integrity, n***a, yeah, protocol, y'all know me

[Verse 1: Chase Fetti]
You one of them n***as that's in the last spot (Fuckin' bum)
You was always bitch, you had a bad shot (Fuck outta here)
The blocks never vouched for you
I never met a n***a that said they got a ounce from you (Never)
I made my strip bubble like a Mountain Dew (Y'all know me)
I'm usually known to stay at the Fontainebleau but that shit got corny to me
That German Ruger the only bitch that's foreign to me (Pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam, pam)
I told my bitch I'm the new Nip, you gon' be lurin' to me (What you gon' do, bitch?)
Ain't got to worry about nothin', we gon' have more and plеnty (That's a fact)
I'm more a Biggie, my words witty
N***a, I was signin' scales in my third city (Hahaha)
Thеy ain't know if I was, rappin' or wrappin' bricks and ready to pass 'em off (N***a couldn't figure it out)
Shit, them n***as started singin' like a Gladys song (Fuckin' rats)
About to ask my jeweler what the padded cost (What's the numbers?)
You reach for it, and you gettin' smoked like a bad exhaust (Brrr)
I know you n***as hate it, shit, I ain't even mad at y'all (I ain't mad)
We shootin' shit like a basketball (Pam, pam, pam, pam)

[Verse 2: Elcamino]
I ain't mad, ayo, champagne glasses, bad bitches wit' accents, uh
I'm talkin' never set foot in a pair of Maxes, uh (Uh-huh)
I'm talkin' G-Wagen, bitches, Bentleys, and ashes, uh (Skrr)
I'm talkin' private cabanas, bitches relaxin'
Brought the first load back, then I burned the last in (Brung at home)
You ain't puttin' on nothin', don't ask me why I'm taxin' (Take this short, man)
Don't play with my money, treat this hit like your dads' hit (Word)
For every shit you fuck up, that's just more than your ass whipped (You already know)
My bitch come from wealth, she was raised like a Kardashian
I'm out front parked in the Benz soon as her class in (Hurry up, baby)
We makin' movies and shit, you know we craftin' (You know we craftin')
Then I'm back out in the streets, collectin' back-ins (Uh-huh)
This free game that I teach, they can't grasp it (They can't grasp it)
It's like I'm speaking Chinese or Pig Latin, uh (Or Pig Latin)
They too wanted IG's thinkin' of captions (Shit crazy)
Fast forward now they big homie payin' for caskets
Pshh