[Intro: LUCKI]
Top ski, top ger, top four
You know what's goin' on
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
I was already stickin' in my card 'fore she said the amount
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girl so freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job

[Verse 2: LUCKI & Rylo Rodriguez]
I'm withdrawlin' from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' bitch, she did somethin' in a dream
She seen the Benz, she's in traffic, remind her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I'm outta reach
I'm in the black truck like the pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some n***as that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I don't respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Rylo Rodriguez]
Freestyle pourin' 'til it's sud, don't think no lean can fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pourin', might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a vibe in every region, ho act like she ain't Caribbean
I'ma think you twelve if you leave your gun, I'm clutch as Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Ho bet not ever pass my finger, I'll treat it like Uncle Ice
[Verse 4: Veeze]
Said he got Wock', but he wants two K, well to me, it's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line up
Perc' kicked in, I'm the chosen one, dark slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Carry all hundreds, I'm grown as fuck, plain watch like I make hole in ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowlin' ball
Can't have smoke with no n***a if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved

[Verse 5: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, gotta brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know it's soft
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the fuck we fallin' off?"
Young n***a, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I'm the GOAT, it don't even bother y'all
N***a can't get a response, he'll get a bullet unless that guap involved

[Verse 6: Rylo Rodriguez]
Them lil' boys ain't opps, they ain't on nothin', I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch went plain AP, her ear a three-pointer, this shit like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
Dash 220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up, tried to spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' all the drug houses
You rap n***as get messy, I feel like a ho if I download Clubhouse
You rap n***as get messy, I fuck around and buy 'em a soccer ball
[Verse 7: Veeze]
These rap n***as be worse than the ho who be spillin' they tea, they love gossip
Hope you know, you'll never be the main bitch, I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young n***as got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers