[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
She don't get the drank, then you know I gotta leave her
Grinchin' real hard, made them [bitches believe it?]
That ain't no Runtz, you got hit with Sativa
Streets gettin' cold, so I keep me a heater
Big Shawn Wick sellin' pounds in the Beamer
Two twin Glocks in the back of the Kia
Tap from the back 'cause that bitch, she a—
Tap from the back 'cause that bitch, she a creamer

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Whippin' the work, now I look like [?]
Spin the opp block so I feel Katrina
Twin got pints, yeah, my n***as with liters
Cup so dirty but the fit out the cleaners (Yeah)

[Bridge: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah (Uh)
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
[Interlude: Shawny Binladen]
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Pi-zzo P]
The opps on my body, I ride with a Glocky
Hit him up with Smith, now he lookin' [?]
That boy lookin' nauseous, my n***as move tact'
Real cautious, need me a weapon, can't go out like Ricky
Movin' the pack, tryna build up my hundreds and fifties
Buildin' my legacy, gotta just hit me a milli'
[?], got me feelin' [?]
My body different, these n***as can't feel me
My shooters in the spot, don't make 'em get to clickin'
[?] on blast, it don't matter 'cause religion
Don't pull up to the spot when we spin it
My n***as is demons, we really from the trenches
I'm smokin' on pressure, you smokin' on gas
Three grams in my paper, nothin' less
You talkin' [?], we don't see them checks
I came from a place, they ain't want you to see the best
Now they see I'm the best (You know I'm the best)
I'ma just let the story tell it
Young n***a never fail (Uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
She don't get the drank, then you know I gotta leave her
Grinchin' real hard, made them [bitches believe it?]
That ain't no Runtz, you got hit with Sativa
Streets gettin' cold, so I keep me a heater
Big Shawn Wick sellin' pounds in the Beamer
Two twin Glocks in the back of the Kia
Tap from the back 'cause that bitch, she a—
Tap from the back 'cause that bitch, she a creamer