[Hook: Lil Shotty, Lil Chaos]
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what yuh)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex (yuh)
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what aye)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex

[Verse 1: Lil Shotty]
Poppin hella Molly and X
Oou, runnin up, runnin up a check
Look at my wrist, it so wet
Aquafina how i flex
YNGB, yeah we next
Bust down, got me a lex
Spraying you down like pest
Sleep mode, my phone gotta rest

[Chaos]
Chaos he tryna get rich
I left yo mans in a ditch
N***a got blue balls
Like Le-Lo and stitch
He a clout chasing bitch
I’ma bout hit a lick
Ima pull up with a stick
Ima let that shit hit
YNGB on the come up
Why you bitch lookin a dub
Chaos doing this for fun
Diamonds brighter than the sun
Shout my n***a Ling Chun
Whippin a bitch like Wing Chun
Money, Money Give me some
Skurrtin Foreigns and you run

[Lil Shotty]
Swervin up a beamer
Ice looking like a freezer
Engine roar like a fiend
I don’t pour tech, not no lean
Pull up in rari’s unseen (skurt)
Smokin’ on kush, countin g’s (yuh)
G’s on belt, red and green (gucci)
She on the xan and the bean (damn)
Look at my neck, it done froze (ice)
Look at my wrist, it so cold (huh?)
Hit up the jeweler for stones (yuh)
She wanna sniff on some blow (what)
SUV look like a tank (huh?)
30’s from here to bank (aye)
Smoking on loud, that shit stank (skurt)
Sippin on my coke, not no drank

[Hook: Lil Shotty, Lil Chaos]
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what yuh)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex (yuh)
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what aye)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex

[Lil Chaos]
Movin’ bricks like El Chapo
Gettin’ all this fucking Guapo
Feel like just won the Lotto
Baby girl you a thot hoe
Lambo fast, Full throttle
Take trip to toronto
Its gon be a fucking ice show
I just fucked on yo main hoe
Pull up on your block with a draco
Shout my lil n***a Quavo
My n***as they shoot when i say so
But when they done, I tell them lay low
My n***aas be on a pay roll
Im bouta eat some queso
Fuck yo bitch her name was Lisa
Pockets stretching like some Pizza
Bitch too foreign need a visa
Diamonds icy need a freezer
Smoking that gas like I’m Caesar
Check my chains with a meter
Better follow the leader (Me)
Bitch I am not an eater
Maserati 2 seater
Catch me outside with a Heater

[Lil Shotty]
Bitch got a trunk like an elephant
Ya, bitch you irrelevant
Ya, Flip you like a element
Wrist lookin like some stellar shit
Stars, on my fucking wrist
Yeah its Lil 36
Skurrt the foriegn whip
Got designer kicks
Flexin designer bags
Gucci on me and my tags
Countin up countin up racks
Flexin you hate on my trap

[Hook: Lil Shotty, Lil Chaos]
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what yuh)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex (yuh)
Poppin hella Molly and X
Phone blowing up with texts
Runnin up, runnin up a check
Bust down, on my neck
Oou, yeah gon flex (what aye)
Yeah, on my ex (what aye)
Yeah gon flex (what skurt)
On my ex