[Verse 1: DiLo]
I just pulled up in the coupe
Fuck with that bitch but not you
Got diamonds in all of my jewels
Your girl suck me off like a Juul (phew)
Fuckin' that bitch for the rush
Put codeine all in my crush
Girl is so wet made her gush
My stroke is so clean like a brush
Alright, now lets get real
Ask this girl "whats the deal?"
I hook her in like a reel
Lil Uzi be grabbin' the wheel
I don't got no diamonds so cold
Don't rock no sliver, just gold
I ain't got no roof, 'cause it folds
Like a soccer ball, I just roll
All of my friends like my flow
You know I got plugs, shoutout beau
You know I got bread filled with dough
[?]
Got no cash, but you know I got sneakers
Put one song out, now here come the features
I'm on the field, while y'all on the bleachers
Just like Lance in blowin' your speakers
Got no [?] but I can still dance
Ain't got no snakes on the side of my pants
No way I'm singin', not even a chance
My socks in my shoes, no need for the stance
I got Jordans, ain't rockin no Yeezy
This beat is sick, its makin' you queasy
Your flow is so borin' its makin me sleepy
"Oh that is your girl?" Well, she is so easy
Turn up, turn up, turn the place
"TBG" said turn up the bass
Like Tay-K we run the race
We be runnin', but from a case
These bands that I'm wearin'
These people be starin'
We spit like we swearin'
My song be blarin'
We rollin like [?]
Like paper tearin'
Toasty a legend, got [?]
[?]
No need for confession, admit I be flexin'
No need for progression, rap be my profession

[Pre-Chorus: DiLo, Toast]
We got the sauce, we got the juice, (Skrr)
Smokin' these trees, smokin that spruce
Just like KYLE, got nothin' to lose
These bitches pull up, hit them with the deuce

[Chorus: DiLo, Toast]
Deuce, Deuce (two)
Shock these girlies like Zeus
Deuce, Deuce (two!)
All of your clout is reduced (Toasty!)

[Verse 2: Toast]
Umm, yuh Toasty on the block, hide it in my sock (oop)
I ain't no Playboi Carti, but I still milly rock (Agh)
Got lots of... bands, you know that clout on lock
Bro, you got no fuckin feature you can't even talk (no)
Yuh, toasty trappin all day in the studio
You know I'm passin' out xans to the groupie hoes
Yuh, DiLo on the track, you know that shit flows
She came into my room, told her touch her toes
Count it up, she like "woah" (aye)
Toasty do the most (aye)
Kasper, no ghost (aye)
She suck me off 'till the morning
Who the best? They like "toasty"
Prepare for the roast (aye)
Nobody even close (aye)
Not one eye closed
DiLo just told me to hop on the track
Don't fuck with your bitches because they are whack
I'm so sharp, like a thumb tack
Told her turn around, gave her ass a smack (booh)
Gotta thank God, 'cause I be blessed
Girl see me out, she be obsessed
Go no condom, "girl, don't stress"
She hopped in the bed and got undressed (agh)

[Pre-Chorus: Toast]
DiLo got sauce, Toasty got juice
Smokin' these trees, smokin' that spruce
Losin' your balls, just like you're Bruce
These girlies pull up, hit 'em wit the deuce

[Chorus: Toast]
Deuce, Deuce
Like '94 we don't lose
Deuce, Deuce
You in the back like Caboose