Intro
Ayy, ayy
Yo, big racks on me in the studio, no cap
(BB had to do it to 'em)
Hah-hah!

Hook | Casper TNG
Ripped off limbs
Fly him out his Timbs
I ain't tryna fight you, I could see you hit the gym
I ain't going out like Yung Tory, got my stick
Got a switchy on my glick
It's a fifty on my wrist
R.I.P. to the opps, now I'm bored because they dead
Had a beam on a Glock, and I tried it on your friend, uh
I know why they mad because we stompin' on your friends
Steppin' on your ends, I can't fuck, she on her reds

Verse | Casper TNG
Carti' lens, Bardi lens
Fuck a ho, I'm chasin' M's
I hit her and then her friend
Shordy told me she from 'Vern, so I check her with a TEC
She got brains, I'm tryna learn, spent a hour with her head
And I told her, "Work your neck"
He a bitch, he never press
Why you spend your whole day cappin'? N***a, who you tryna impress?
Heard he hit Kilani, bought a chain, that shit lookin' dess
Everybody gettin' money, no, you can't get shit for ten
Ripped off limbs
Fly him out his Timbs
Broski told me, "Time to hit the mosque", I got a Jinn
Broski told me, "Opps just tried to rush", I told him, "Spin"
Feel like Khaled in the 6ix, n***a, all I do is win
And these old n***as hatin' on my block like I ain't him
Who the one that put my block up on the map and made it lit?
Who the one that put them bricks up in the trap and made it flip?
How come one day, you a Blood, and the other, you a Crip?
Flight to a show, might bring your ho
Need a break from Toronto, I break her back in Mexico
She need a break from your stalkin' ass, leave that girl alone
Put the racks in a duffle bag, young, and rest are old
Put some bricks in a backpack, ain't going to unfold
How the fuck you gonna copy me? Then say that you got clones?
I don't want you on my song no more, your views are way too low
Late bloomer with the brick game, but them shits go
Black girl, she a white head, call her, "Sisqó"
Do a line, now she dancin' like it's disco
Money from the trap, huh, thighs lookin' wrinkle
Pull up, meetings in the trap, fiends, I twinkle
Brown skin baddie, and she got back dimples
Lately, I been at the pot, whip it like I'm Cizzle
Asked me if I like her, and I told her, "Just a little"
That is my bitch, she gon' sit when I whistle
Hook | Casper TNG
Ripped off limbs
Fly him out his Timbs
I ain't tryna fight you, I could see you hit the gym
I ain't going out like Yung Tory, got my stick
Got a switchy on my glick
It's a fifty on my wrist
R.I.P. to the opps, now I'm bored because they dead
Had a beam on a Glock, and I tried it on your friend, uh
I know why they mad because we stompin' on your friends
Steppin' on your ends, I can't fuck, she on her reds