[Part I]

[Intro]
Yeah
Why they do that?
Uh, nah (CLASSY), nah

[Verse]
Big Dill been runnin' his lil' lips too much, uh
Step out that jar boy, you will get touched
Frenemy to enemy, 101
Crank a 90 to your head, two drums, one pump
I run with big dawgs, and you ain't got no skills
How you gon' be in the building when it's zero builds?
On sight, Lamborghini with the off-white wheels
Red-dot, headshot, now you done lost your shields
I done dropped in, now you can't manage (Can't manage)
The only club you gon' be in is a sandwich (Is a sandwich)
What? I got a piece tucked out that'll crinkle cut your whole squad up
We coulda kept the culture, now you lickin' green water, cucumber

[Part II]

[Segue]
Bullets may fly 'round, but I lay down
It really didn't have to be like this, man
We coulda kept it sweet or spicy (I feel safe and sound on solid ground)
But you turned it sour
Now I gotta eat you forreal, yeah
[Verse]
The tune ain't the only thing that's automatic
I drop V-Bucks on your head, yeah, that's baller status
Troublin' you with W's, it's all that matters
'Cause all I do is win-win, like my song with Khaled
You threaten me, then you better be ready BD
Baretta's swingin', turn you to relish immediately
Huh, the nerve Pickle, I could serve pickles
So you better watch your words, Pickle
'Less you got some Slurp in you
Her-pizzle? Not at all, my guy
I know you lawless, but, that's just not the law my guy
You need to find a bank to rob, this ain't a job, your time's up
This Crime City, they'll turn your mind into brine-mush
Click, click, doot-doot-doot
That ain't your line, bruh
Doot-doot, doot-doot-doot-doot
I get you lined up
'Coulda been cool, now, I gotta get these verses off, yeah
All these flavors in the world, now you choose to be salty
Now it's up