[Intro: Korban Baxter]
Yeah, I gotta talk my shit, yeah

[Chorus: Korban Baxter]
Fucked up in the crib
With my homies and a bitch
And you know we getting lit
We don't talk about it
Bass booming in the whip
Grand hustle like I'm Tip
Yeah we with the shits
So don't think about it
And we getting rich
When we drop it it's a hit
Gold plated on my wrist
It look like a fountain
And I don't got no kid
Got a life I gotta live
At the tables with a fit
I look like a bouncer

[Verse: Korban Baxter]
Believe in the spirit of God
Gotta thank him that I got here
Nother mill to the pot
Meter going up like a cab fare
And they say that Korban fell off
My n***a I never left here
And I got a feeling that I can't care
Out of her head got 3 mill
My n***a that's a clout sphere
In the metaverse counting up deposits
And I killed all of my fake friends
They hiding in my closet
[Chorus: Korban Baxter]
Fucked up in the crib
And we busting out the liq
Getting twisted like bih
You ain't trip about it
I don't fuck with pigs
Yeah tryna get a clip
Tryna see just how we live
Act like paparazzi
And I want a fix
Got a feeling it's a itch
And it's something gotta give
I can't fuck without it
If you tryna get a pic
Better catch me in some Ricks
Or we gotta mix
We won't talk about it

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2: Mad Sadiq]