Verse 1 [Summrs]:

Okay, put the gloves on, n***a, we going in, don’t drop that rod
My n***a, Deuce tweaked out on X pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n***as our way, unless you want his ass to meet God
We in that fast bitch, in a fast lane, that bitch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
My n***as sending that drank through the east, [?], that bitch gon land tomorrow
My n***as keepin that self-defense even if you poppin out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that bitch tryna call a fucking wall
Ain't none of my n***as hoes, we stand on all 10 like we tall
She tryna kick shit with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lockjaw
N***a see this bitch liking my pics on IG, asking did I hit, Im like “Nah”
Just linked with my n***a [?] he showed me a hundred, told that bitch we ball
All my X bitches tell me Im going Hollywood, [?]
Sippin Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, clutching that draco, knock ya ass off
My n***a Wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, ‘just walked in with the hoe sawed-off
Bitch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil bitch you stupid, just take clothes off

Verse 2 [Kankan]:

Yea, like hol on
You know we got dracs inside this bitch
[?], you can lose yo life inside this bitch
I got 2 phones, cuz these hoes be on my dick
Walked in with 2 poles, even though these n***as they ain’t on shit
Like the group home, hol on, two-tone, aye freeband shit, bitch I feel like Pluto
Hol on RR (moan) taliban
Drac came with a scope, uh heard it hit his mans
Hol on, twin say, that shit fire as fuck, cop that new drac
Hol on, twin say , when you blow that bitch, make sure you hit his face
Hol on, twin say, [?], and throw that bitch away
Ridin broad day, ain’t no women, so it ain’t no case
Hol on, twin say, call up PJ, yea we outta state
I’m like “Damn”
How the fuck I catch a case right outta state
And I caught that bitch soon as I left LA
Aye had a bond, was out the second day
Outro: Okay, put the gloves on, n***a, we going in, don’t drop that rod
My n***a, Deuce tweaked out on X pills, because he might have to [?]
[?] flocked out, n***as our way, unless you want his ass to meet God
We in that fast bitch, in a fast lane, that bitch knew it was us, soon as she saw it
My n***as sending that drank through the east, [?], that bitch gon land tomorrow
My n***as keepin that self-defense even if you poppin out at the mall
In a Ferrari Spider on the I-10, that bitch tryna call a fucking wall