[Intro: Pop Smoke]
Woo
Woo, woo
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Yeah, yeah (Oh)
Look
Glock 9, tote the Ruger (Oh)
Traphouse Mob
Oh, oh (Oh, look)
Glock 9, tote the Ruger (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, look (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
Glock 9, I tote a Ruger (Ruger)
In my Murder Bravados (Oh), uh, uh
Latest fashion (Oh)
Every gun got a hunnid clip (Oh)
VS 1's (Oh)
My diamonds dancin' (Oh)
Let 'em reach (Oh), we gon' fix 'em up
'Cause I'm the teacher (Oh)
Preacher man (Oh)
Look, I got that Goyard swag (Oh)
Couple Goyard bags
I been havin'
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Verse 2: Jay Gwuapo & Lil Tjay]
Oh, yeah, I'm back again, n***a, tell a friend
If we see the opps and we in the party
Then we got no choice, boy, it gotta end
I told Luda go see what they drivin' and shoot through the car
He put bullets right through the tint
Gotta know that my shooters retarded
They spinnin' regardless, don't know how this shit'll end
Tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up
I'm off the Percocet, I prolly do a hit, hit you, catch me spinnin' through masked up
You know I'm EBK and Pop, he GDK, he never spin in the black truck
Just know that the Max with me, you ain't even gotta see me throwin' the hat up (Ooh)
And we got them poles, better back up (Ooh-oh-oh)

[Verse 3: Lil Tjay]
Ayy, my n***a Gwuap' told 'em back up (Back up)
And you know I got Glizzy's on me, I been fiendin' to spray, so who tryna get clapped up? (Clapped up)
I been chillin' out, droppin' the bag to stay on they ass since I got my racks up (Racks up)
Chillin' out so I try not to spaz, but if I boom a n***a, lawyer fees backed up (Backed up)
Couple day ones changed on me (Oh)
I want the smoke, tell me what it is (What it is)
I'on wanna talk about it, we could fight it out
Lucky I ain't gon' tell his bitch (No, no, no)
N***as pussy, they telling, they runnin' jibs (Yeah)
I ain't see nothing, I did a bid (Yeah)
I did hard time, it was light work
What you know 'bout stacking the crib? (Yeah, yeah)
I remember them cold nights, I was in the rain, I was walkin' with no ride (Oh)
Now I'm the big opp when I come outside, so I gotta look both sides (Oh)
I heard they lookin' for me, I'on even care, come and see me, I won't hide (Oh)
I really been in tune since a young n***a I was totin' a .45
[Verse 4: Pop Smoke]
I'm like, "Who these n***as?" (Oh)
Lookin' hard (Oh)
In my Bentley truck (Oh, oh)
Trey tote the automatic (Oh)
And he'll get to clappin' (Oh)
Broad day in traffic, woo (Oh, oh)
Look, I don't know what these n***as see up in these n***as
These n***as be cappin' (Oh, oh)
Look, and this Louis, Fendi pack up with my body in perfection (Oh, oh)

[Outro]
Yoz, what you tellin' me?
Traphouse Mob