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[Verse 1: DaBaby]
I'm with the shits in real life, I can shit like a dawg
I don't talk to these n***as
I throw on the intro and sit back and get low
And Stunna come walk on these n***as (Let's go)

[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
I keep thinkin' 'bout poppin' a n***a on go
I just wan' stop me a n***a (Yeah)
She say my pockets got bigger (Uh)
She tryna put that mind on a n***a (Uh-huh)
I just put a beam on the pistol
Don't make me put fire on a n***a

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Is you out your mind, lil n***a?
(Skip got the bounce, it go crazy)
She put that mouth on the Baby (Go)
Off the top with the top, she go crazy (Yeah)
I'm sorry, forgot what your name is (Forgot)
I can't even lie, I be faded (Okay)
We known to slang out when we hangin' (Slang, bah)
Though I can't go outside, I'm too famous (Nope)
[Verse 4: Stunna 4 Vegas & DaBaby]
Big dawgs, they wanna put us in cages (Brrt, woo)
Put his ass in the sky like a angel (Yeah)
Keep the metal on me, I'm Kurt Angle (Baow, baow)
Hope they know that we armed and dangerous (Let's go)
He get hit with the steel, I'm stainless (Uh-huh)
We go do a drill, won't say shit (What else?)
My money look like a book (Cash)
I come through with racks like phone book pages (Racks)
Put the opp in the group like a daisy (Bitch)
We left 'em GTA wasted (C'mon)

[Verse 5: Stunna 4 Vegas & DaBaby]
GTA, GTA, GTA, GTA
I'm havin' chips in this bitch like I'm Frito Lay (Chips)
I'm bad
Get 'em gone the easy way (Get 'em outta here)
Couple racks for a hat, that's easy cake (Uh, uh)
I'm the fireman like Wheezy (Ha, woo)
Put the stick in his face, have him freezin' (Baow, baow)
Put the dick on the boy, make her leave 'em (Thot)
Me and Baby pull up to your arena (Let's go)

[Verse 6: DaBaby]
Arenas too easy to fill up (No cap)
You might wanna book you a festival
She eat the dick through the cup like vanilla (Yeah)
She do a dance on the dick like a Triller
She havin' fun on the dick like a TikTok (TikTok)
Open fire on his ass with the Glizock (Boom)
When we say bye it's a hit now
(Too motherfuckin' late n***a, tag team champs, n***a
You n***as ain't talkin' bout shit) Yeah
(N***as ain't talkin', hol' on, hol' on
Wait go back) Yeah (Go back, go back)
Two bitches want me runnin' train on 'em
She like a teacher, she givin' brain on me
She got that fire, yeah, she put that thang on me
Painted her face like some muhfuckin' Maybelline
Go get a [?], lil' Baby, the neck is so crazy
Her neck is the shit...
[Verse 7: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Got a ass like...