[Intro]
Slide Thru in a Focus,
Big drip they know this
Lean in my cup potent
Young boy bank up with lotion, (Bank that)
Phone keep ringing
Packs stay flinging
They talk about bands I made
They don’t know that yards got raid, (Yards got raided)

[Verse 1]
Baby want a trapstar
And we trap hard
My bros with me and they bang hard
Free the guys doing bang up
Talk on my name get wrapped up
Opp boys stay bankrupt
They better go get there bands up
No conspiracy so we bank up
Ona ride with bro chop that dotty
We’re gon’ skate call that hockey,
Attack them blocks have man jockey
Double tap waps spray that properly
Bro parred off 100 bands
Get round there in a transit van
15 man on the ride that’s gang, (gang)
Sad bitch talking about bad
She got no body
She talking bare she better drop noddy
And the drills done properly
And I’m heading to the top
And they can’t stop me, (Nahh)
Nah they can’t stop me, (Nahhhhh)
I’m heading to the top when I see them there’s no love
Them man there so hopeless
Touch one of mine don’t hold up
GeeOnes whipping up coca
Pour me up toast up
Toast up toast up
Had 5 on my wish list
So I stepped in the kitchen
GeeOne whipped it up in an instant
So hot that t house kicking
Tryna eat this cake Kipling
In the pot fishes swimming
Drug raid t house kicking
Hot stove wrist stay flicking
No sign opps missing
Free bro clocks ticking
I’m here I’m living
Tryna get this gwop so instant
Rude boy better watch your lip
Oh that’s gang on peds on strips
[Outro]
By the pound now we getting them in
(By the pound now we getting them in)