Nickelus F (Verse 1):

They call me Petey the goat 
Even I be like Petey the goat when I see what I wrote 
My mama had me eating soap
Foul mouth, down south
They think that I’m sleep but I’m woke 
I still keep the heat on the low
She let me throw meat in her throat 
When you see me I glow like a apparition
Always thinking bout dough and my  acquisitions
Papa told me “don’t you trust them n***as“
I would be in the ground if I hadn’t listen 
That ain’t save me from the strugglin tho
Barely eating had malnutrition T
Hat’s exactly why I was clicking
Moving baggiеs in and out the kitchen
I was hoping Washington would help, 
But wе never get help from the politicians  
Guns with us and we gotta lift em
I’ll give em a shell like Obama’s woman
Look, is you a friend or you enemy?
Or are you a friend of the enemy? 
Maybe I’ll literally Ride till infinity in my Infiniti 
Silver coupe
DAE M (CHORUS)
RIDING AROUND TOWN IN THE SILVER COUPE
LOOKING AT THEM BITCHES LIKE HEY WHAT IT DO
IMA HOOLIGAN, BREAKING RULES AND SHIT 
RIDING AROUND TOWN IN THE SILVER COUPE
LOOKING AT THEM BITCHES LIKE HEY WHAT IT DO
IMA HOOLIGAN, BREAKING RULES AND SHIT 

OG ILLA (Verse 2):

I know that Pussy juicy
But these yeezys too exclusive
And we always smoking rapper weed
Call it LIL Boosie
In the shotty ridin shooter 
Wit my shawty she a beauty 
Give her money slap her booty 
If she leave me then she stupid 
Balling like the hoopers
Told her, got it then you use it
Put her noggin on my noodle 
Startied slurping like it’s soupy 
Said that she love me and she swear she not a groupie 
But if I wasn’t poppin then she probably wouldn’t choose me
Don’t cross me like Jesus 
I’m nas with the ether 
Throw money it’s easy We get it to spend it 
The payments not pendin
You pussy you timid 
The raps is a gimmick Im pushing the limits The sauce it keep drippin
The juice they keep slippin
Know that we winning Fuck all the trophies n pennants 
Gimme the rings —Yea boy im onto some things
Yea 
50 I’m pimpin You simpin a simpson
Not OJ but ok I’m smokin the killa
Grab me the woods This ain’t no wicker
Arenas they phillips
On mic I’m like thriller
Getting head in the whip
Call it Droptop
She want my icing Just like a pop tart 
Driving down po white like a broke cracker
Weed slow me down patron make me go faster
Break ya back then ya heart please don’t attach it 
Indian she gon have a trail of tears like Apache
Getting head in the whip , call it drop top
Getting head in the whip , call it Drop top

DAE M (CHORUS)
RIDING AROUND TOWN IN THE SILVER COUPE
LOOKING AT THEM BITCHES LIKE HEY WHAT IT DO
IMA HOOLIGAN, BREAKING RULES AND SHIT 
RIDING AROUND TOWN IN THE SILVER COUPE
LOOKING AT THEM BITCHES LIKE HEY WHAT IT DO
IMA HOOLIGAN, BREAKING RULES AND SHIT