[Intro: Kasher Quon]
Kasher Quon
Let's go
Got that boy Chance on the beat
What up Krown?

[Verse: Kasher Quon & ATM Krown]
Just beat a n***a ass and stomped his head in the ground
I'm walkin' out the bank with like two or three thou
Smacked your bitch, she was talkin' while I'm thumbin', had to recount
Blow his thoughts out his top, ain't nothin' left to think bout
Just fucked this n***a bitch at his crib where he sleep at
Shoot his house up, now he ain't got nowhere to sleep at
Boy you lookin' skinny, where the fuck do you eat at?
No the fuck we don't sell no five dollar weed pack
My cousin just called for a five dollar weed bag
I hung up the phone and told that n***a I'mma call him back
Man, you ain't give your bitch no money, that's why she mad at youAlmost fucked a bitch cause she thought I was Adam22
I'm still waiting on that n***a now to drop my interview
N***as broke as hell going to a McDonalds job interview
Just caught one of my opps on a bike, blew out his inner tube
On the dark web, saw a n***a kill hisself in a red room
Boy you broke as hell, took your bitch to the Red Roof
Just punched a lil n***a in his jaw, now he ain't got no tooth
Hold on Quon, I got you, stomped his dumbass with the Timba boots
N***as fucked up in the crib eating pinto beans
I just scammed a n***a online named Charlie Sheen
I was finna fuck this lil hoe, but her hygene
I think I need to pop a percocet, I got a migrane
Scammed a n***a out of the country from Ukraine
I just scammed him for a twelve hour block cause he was too lame
CashApp the cheese then I sent him the wrong address
Had to block his number, he was blowing up my textPlus
Pimp slap my bitch for playing City Girls Act Up
Hold up bitch, turn this shit off, what the fuck you thinking?
She ain't want to, make that bitch walk
I-I-I ain't racist, but my shirt say "Off-White"
Was tryna roll up outside and got frostbite
Come on my side and watch me get to bussin' like I done toss dice
You the type to work at McDonalds hopin' the boss nice
You the type to buy three grams and roll eight blunts
A n***a bought some weed but I sold his ass K2
The police pulled me over, they searched my car with a K9
But they ain't check the coffee cup, poured up with [?]
They ain't check under the seat, I had a bunch of narcotics
My ex-bitch a manager, I'm bout to go swipe Target
Hahaha, man, look, Quon retarded
You still riding in that fuckin' bucket, it's time to park it
You still riding in that fuckin' bucket, can barely start it
In the AirBnB, blowin', ashin' on the carpet
In the Scat Pack flyin', dumpin' ashes on the ground
Scammed my weed man for White Runtz, a half a pound
You couldn't afford weed, so you smoked a Black & Mild
Your bitch got pregnant and it wasn't even your child
Snapchatting all that weed, that wasn't even your loud
The bitch was trying to chill until I pulled my dick out
A n***a tried to rob me and I blew his shit out
A was finna fuck her, but her pussy blew out
Ol' rat-ass bitch tryna smoke up my weed
Told her pack all her shit and then leave
Tryna take the car, bitch we scrappin' for keys
My cousin think he tough, we finna box for the cheese
Just got a fire BIN, I'm bout to punch a TV
Fucked a bitch yesterday and she ain't have a TV
Yeah I told that bitch "you too broke, I couldn't even touch your dusty ass, but get some money, I'll treat your pussy like a punching bag"
Slapped my lil brother, told him "wash up with yo musty ass"
I'm finna meet bro with a pint at the Krusty Krab
Bro serving, they said this best shit Big Unkie had
I was tryna call for a bow, but my service bad