[Intro: PS Hitsquad]
Braap, baap (Yeah)
(Brigade)
Oosh, whoosh
Hitsquad, baby (Play you, lay you)
(Scratch mixed it)
Huh

[Chorus: PS Hitsquad]
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), new strain, we're billin' 'em up (New opp boy)
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), nеw strain, we're billin' 'em up

[Verse 1: AM]
Comе for them with this wap, see me I come for them with this shank
Shove them bullets up in this MAC (I shove that), make sure you've got bullets up in this bag (Huh)
Leave man's puddin' all in his shirt, bad Bs pullin' up to get wagged (Wag man)
Think man puttin' all of this work to put these pussios in them rank
Ring that, ying that (Ying that), make a man hold five, no bring backs (Ah)
We got guys in the sky we can't bring back, 125 or I done it on Ridgeback (Alright)
And you know it's that real (Ugh), hands up like "Welcome to [?]"
Hit man's chest, belly at angles, done it auto, done it in manual (Done it in manual)
Always got one hand on the .9, consent [?] or we bangin' tonight (Consent)
Boys in the hood, man hang out the ride, get white boy wasted, hammered alive (That's hammered)
Light skin, that Shannon a lie (A lie), came for a trim, you weren't plannin' to die (Nah-uh)
[?] got nicked with a cannon, a lie (Free him up)
Corn gonna turn man's salad a lie
[Chorus: PS Hitsquad]
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), new strain, we're billin' 'em up (New opp boy)
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), new strain, we're billin' 'em up (New opp boy)

[Verse 2: PS Hitsquad]
Puff (Smokin' your dead homies), awful, throwin' up signs, caution (Hitsquad, baby)
If they come to the block, we fought 'em (What's there?)
Hell's Kitchen or ramzy, Gordon (Oh shit)
Had a two on a baby, orphan, me and J skiddin' through Horsham (Rapid)
Phone in my hand on blast (Brr, brr), important, couple Red Bulls, I'm sorted (Yeah, yeah)
[?] believe in the Smith like Mormons (Baap, baap), do you believe in your barber? (Do you?)
'Cah I shave my bait on the corners (Yuck) and then laugh with the mandem after
Stepped out, I'm a free man like Morgan (Hitsquad, baby) so I'm tryna be a lil' calmer (Chill, chill)
Now I got sauce like tartar, he got smoked now he's talkin' to JaJa
Mental (Yeah), slid 'round there in a rental (Skrt, skrt)
I got a stick in my hand like a pencil, watch a man turn stencil (Damn!)
This gun old as fuck, hold that, cuz you better move gentle (Easy, easy)
Now they ain't got their bruce, they lost their bruce like Kylie and Kendall (What?)
It's a mazza, it's all mental (Oh shit)
[Chorus: PS Hitsquad]
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), new strain, we're billin' 'em up (New opp boy)
Oosh (Baap), whoosh (Baow), I came through ringin' it off (Hello?)
I heard there's a mash on sale (Ah?), I weren't really feelin' the cost (Baddie)
Gyally on me (Bad), G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em off (Ooh, ooh)
Ching, we whippin' 'em up (Ying, ying), new strain, we're billin' 'em up (New opp boy)

[Outro: PS Hitsquad]
Oosh (What?), whoosh (What?)
Ringin' it, ringin' it (Ringin' it)
I heard there's a mash on sale, I weren't really feelin' the- (Feelin' the-, feelin' the-)
G-G-G-G-G, baddie, panties, rippin' 'em up and I'm rippin' 'em
Ching, we rippin' 'em, rippin' 'em
B-B-B-Billin' 'em up (Billin' 'em up)
N***a, I thought I told you to open the damn register
(Brigade, too boujee)
Damn, man let's just go
(Sapphire beats)
Six motherfuckin' doll-, dollars, n***a?
Where the other money at? Man, fuck that