[Verse 1: DJ]
Everyday we lit, bitch, it's Christmas
Three grams in my wood, ain't no incense
We just walked out of Crazy Girls, paid like six bands
DJ from the Clan, when they ask "Damn, who is this?"
C's on my body for Dior, you can't get this
TwoFr, BucksClan got it poppin' like a kickflip
Big foreigns when we pull up, we ain't riding in no stickshift
Sport mode pullin' off, going fast though
If I crash then I die with a bad ho

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
My bitch mad, she gon' cry in a Jag though
550s, i8s, we some assholes
And we pulling up with sticks, we got mad poles
I'll pull up AR in the Lambo
We'll pull up to your show, that shit cancelled
Get to poppin' in this bitch, Roman candles
Louie bag, but got G's on her sandles
Neezy ask how many P's I can handle

[Verse 3: Kalan.FrFr]
Aye, send a hundred, I move lows in a week and a half
Getting beasty in a Jag, with a freak and some cash
Paul Walker if I crash, I'ma die with a bag
Bad lil' bitch with a whole lotta ass
She a scholar with that head, took her right outta class
Getting jiggy with the safe, I gotta put on my mask
I'm getting twenty bands a show, that's a whole lotta tags
[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Bitch in love yeah she got me on her background
I was down on my ass, I got racks now
Ball on n***as, I.T. up in Sactown
He hit the stage and started singing like this Motown

[Verse 5: DJ]
Remember I ain't have shit, I ain't broke now
Now I'm spending thousands for a coat now
Yacht party, hundred bitches sink the boat down
Yeah she used to be your bitch, but she my ho now

[Verse 6: Kalan.FrFr]
Backwood full of [?]
Was a whole hundred shots, we had two .50s
Whole hundred on my watch, neck 250
Put a hundred on your top, now your bitch missing
Put a hundred on your block, now your trap bunking
Thick white bitch, ass look like two pumpkins
I'm off a [?] lil mama, ain't no quick pumping
And I ain't even tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck something

[Verse 7: DJ]
And we ain't going without no blower, Neezy tuck something
She ain't coming out with me 'less she suck something
Lamb truck, all these buttons, eh, don't touch nothing
I be fucking n***as' bitches, I can't trust nothing
Quarterback, and Imma [?]
Heard you froze up [?] we ain't touch nothing
160 in the Lamb, got my heart pumping
TwoFr, BucksClan, we tryna start something
[Verse 8: Jeeezy]
I ain't even tryna fuck, bitch just show me the dome
Pop a pill, booted up, put me right in my zone
15 for a verse, bitch, I'm Patrick Mahomes
Eleven bitches to the house, feel like [?]
Make her pull up to the stu, knock me down in the booth
She know I be fucking hoes, I be telling the truth
N***a, come get your bitch, got your ho on the loose
1942, she ain't fucking with Goose