(Pussy ass n***a!)
(I'll blow yo' fuckin' head off!)

[Verse 1: Smokingskul]
I got Gucci, no Ferragamo
Catch him at the party, like he Alpo
I ain't guessing shit, OG Maco
Migo plug go by Flaco
Ion' roll woods, N***a fuck tobacco
Glock not on safety, but it tackle
I'm finna' quick draw like a raffle
I'm in the field, n***a where my shackles?
I keep a wild dog like a jackal
Scratch off the serial, Scribble Scrabble
AR15, make a opp skedaddle
I mix the Murakami wit' the Goyard
Dat' n***a cap, he don't really go hard
I stay with the gang, n***a like Mozart
Keep a Five-Seven, we shoot at his chrome heart
Sippin' on lean, I ain't takin' a shot
Can't serve these n***as, these n***as be hot
Bacon egg and cheese, feel like a ock
Ian' SoFaygo, Ion' knock knock
Walk in like I own dis' shit
We da' reason they foreclosed this shit
My own plug, I'mma grow this shit
How you in the trap, but you grown as shit?
Bape on me, dis' ain't Coach
OG, not a roach
(?) 15, make em' hit da' folks
Got a shemagh, Hold up, keep me ghost
Chop got a kit like a (?)
You wanna deal wit' Chef Carter?
7.62s going through his arteries
We the reason for that boy (?)
(Fuck you talkin' bout', You pussy ass n***a!)

[Verse 2: Marrgielaa]
All black tracksuit, dis' not a cloak
Walk in da' function wit' it in my coat
(Oh ya!) They keep sayin' I'm da' goat
I feel like Kodak, wit' em in da' boat
I'm in da spot n', I'm fucking two hoes
(?), N***a you a joke
If i see 12, then I gotta go
(?) Locked up, issa' hope
N***as be find out, Lil Pump
We putta' opp body inna' trunk
Fucking on hoes, man I'm not tryna' hump
I do not fuck wit' n***as like I'm Trump
(I'm Trump!)
Sippin' on wock, n***a dis' ain't Tuss
Inna' Hellcat, Ian' takin' a bus
N***as fake as fuck, so who can I trust?
We the reason why yo' bro in da' dust
(On god!)
N***as be talkin' , but I kno' they queer
I feel like Kunta Kinte wit' da' spear
Gucci on me, n***a dissin' on Moncler
Get dat' fuck n***a outta here!
Sippin on V8, not no beer
N***a get shot, come around here
I'm in da' Hellcat, I can't steer
Bitch, there's nobody that I fear
Ain't talkin' bout' money, I don't wanna hear
N***as be capping, Get it out my ear
Fuck court, I ain't finna' appear
I'm in the forest wit' it, like a deer
I'm in the forest, n***a no woods
I'm doing shit, Dat' you would wish you could
Feel like Trayvon, In da' hood
I hit a lick n***a, Yea' I'm good
Run in ya' home n***a, Yea' I should
N***a you gay, and I misunderstood
I feel like Martin Luther in ya' hood
I feel like Martin Luther on ya' block
I'm in the field, n***a like crops
Hop out the bus, lookin' fa' da' opps
I feel like Lil Uzi at the top
I feel like Lil Uzi how I pop
Run in ya' trap, Boy I got da' drop
Kick in ya' door, Ian' finna' knock
When you go up, bitches on ya' cock
Swiping cards, Ian' punching da' clock
I was just locked up, Kay Flock
Whatchu you gon do, when we spin on ya' block?
Skreet n***a, Ian' makin' no TikTok
Rack on ya' head, n***a like a loc
[Closing Adlibs: Marrgielaa]
(Yuh, rack on ya' head like a loc)
(Rack on ya' head n***a like a dreadlock)
(Ay)
(Ay, ay, uh)