[Chorus: Pressa]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached
On C.O.D. she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass n***as that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say, "Free my n***as", swing his knife all in the can
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wound up dead

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Boy, play with me, we got Glocks in BnBs
And there's a difference from a robber and a thief
Taliban ain't do no drugs but when he kill shit he get geeked
I knew that n***a was dead when he popped up on my feed
My opps, they crippin' but lately they had to bleed
See, uh, that Glock right on my lap, not under the seat
Free my n***a, he a nightmare, he a dream
Hit the floor, pray for my n***as for the mail they won't receive
They got my n***a behind the wall
And crodie kill so much shit that he had to find Allah
And murder, murder, murder, we broke more shit than the law
Lil' bitch, I hit that beat and watch that shit just like a pause
On lil' bro, put 'em youngins in the car and tell them go
Wrap the plug, if we can't get to him, wrap his little bro
From the 6ix, but I got thirty-six all in the brick
My OG, he so goofy, he ain't know that I was hit
[Chorus: Pressa & Coi Leray]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back
Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached
On C.O.D she see this glizzy got attachments
For all these bitch ass n***as that try circle back
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram
Say, "Free my n***as", swing his knife all in the can (Uh)
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wound up dead (Yeah, let's go)

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Huh, yeah, fuck the fake
Uh, me and my n***as great (Me and my n***as)
We gon' get this cake (We gon' get this—)
Don't give a fuck what they say (Yeah)
Pop bottles like bitch, we made it
All it took was a little bit of patience
I'm different, your bitch is basic
Yeah, still can't believe that I made it
Gotta watch who around me (Around me)
And fuck whoever doubted me (Looked down on me, and fuck who doubted me)
My grandma gone, but I know she proud of me (know she proud of me), yeah
And I promise, ain't no stopping me, yeah-yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, broke bitches make me sick, yeah
Gucci gon' match this fit (This fit), yeah
Everyday, bitch, we lit (We lit)
Gon' get it how you live (Live)
Watch us all get rich (Rich)
Make these haters sick, uh (Ugh)
They won't believe it
[Chorus: Pressa, Coi Leray, Pressa & Coi Leray]
I couldn't believe it
Soon as I bought my Cuban chain, she called me back, uh
Soon as I ice out on my wrist, she got attached, uh
On C.O.D. she see this glizzy got attachments (Ooh, woah)
For all these bitch ass n***as that try circle back (Yeah, uh-uh-uh)
Sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance (Yeah, yeah)
Sizzlac dead and they don't post him on the 'Gram (Yeah, yeah, let's go)
Say "Free my n***as" (Pressa), swing his knife all in the can (Pressa)
You see that cut, he couldn't shake, he wound up dead (Pressa)