[Verse 1: Dasher]
I don't need a strap boy I got a blade (Yeah)
New Mexico drinking cold lemonade (Yeah)
We're eating good now, lot of food up on our plate (Eating good)
You ain't talking money then get up out my face (Get out)
Have a lot of fun and we do this every day (Yeah)
Ninety on a back street like it is a race (Reverse)
Young El Chapo I don't leave a trace (Trace)
Black checkered Vans, white for my lace
I'm trying to get this money 'cause I can (Yeah)
I drive a Vito, I drive a van
'Bout to pull a heist what's the plan? (What's the plan)
Too much sour sauce, I think I might drown (Yeah)
Anywhere anybody just like a noun (Yeah)
Right down the strip yeah we're cruising downtown (Yeah)
Bunch of happy boys, we don't hang with clowns (Yeah)
She think I'm a cool kid, she don't know I'm wack (Wack)
Rocking all thrift clothes a bunch of Gucci hats (Hats)
Las Cruces boys, we're a bunch of rats (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Yung Von]
Ok, yeah
Yung Von Yung Von
Ayy, ok, yeah
Sit in the trap and I'm toking on veggies
Boy look at yourself yeah you smoking on reggies
You're tripping so hard boy you're tripping on acid
I'm driving twenty-five and I'm keeping kids alive
But you best believe I that I keep that .45 (Ok)
Boy you say you with it but you know you is counterfeit
I'm rocking Supreme and I'm only sixteen
Yeah I'm sparking up the greens (Yeah ok)
Just a kid from the hood rolling up a 'wood
Yeah I'm trying to feel good (I'm feeling good I'm feeling good)

[Verse 3: Peartree]
Uh
Las Cruces where I keep it
You know Imma keep it
Steady with my feet but heavy with my heat
I love my mother Earth, she is so green
Don't catch me with you and you be so mean (Pear, Pear, Pear)
You a demanding boy you is a fiend
I am a block boy I ride with the team
You be acting funny like a good meme
These girls be so fake, they don't show their faces
I'm passing by I'm going to do faces (Pear, Pear, Pear)
I be a good boy I don't catch these cases
I know what is good I have many tastes (Pear, Pear, Pear)
I'm flexing Burberry I stay lit like a cherry
You be a catboy like Tom and Jerry (Uh)
Flying out like a small fairy
Snacks what I carry
I am young Perry (Pear, Pear, Pear)

[Verse 4: Ryan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Ryan on the track
We jugging hitting licks on the candy mat
I'm always strapped boy you know I'm the man
I'm in the kitchen making food for the fam'
We in the stu' making plans
Stay skating every day
On the move making plays
Don't mess with me if you playing games

[Outro: Peartree]
Pear, Pear, Pear