[Intro]
(Ayo, Brick, Brick)

[Chorus]
Don't trip 'cause we got all this mula-mula
And this shit in my blood like the whoosah
I don't fuck with y'all n***as, y'all blew-mind
Need that AMG coupe for a smooth ride
G-40 on me with a blue light
Like Fredo, I'm fuckin' her two times
Finna link with my shooter at midnight
Fuck his ho, now he mad 'cause I hit right
Sippin' drank too fast, now it's night-night
Had a lil' bit of Henny, now it's fight night
Then we shot his ass up, now he tie-dye
Smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
Got a thot and she givin' me mind, right

[Verse]
I'ma fuck on that bitch when the tone ring
But I ain't tryna be up in her highlights
Told the bitch be free, it's now my life
I won't beef, he get cut like some Five Guys
Finna fuck a lil' bitch from opps side
Ain't tapped in? Know that I'm mob-tied
Always that n***a whеn I'm outside
I know y'all n***as like dick-riding
Got the ho from your hеad, 'cause her lips red
They want my swag they been tryin'
Put on for your team, stop bench riding
Call me Chef Boyar-P, I'ma keep fryin'
We gon' straighten 'em up like a T-line
She Latina, I know by her V-line
[Chorus]
Don't trip 'cause we got all this mula-mula
And this shit in my blood like the whoosah
I don't fuck with y'all n***as, y'all blew-mind
Need that AMG coupe for a smooth ride
G-40 on me with a blue light
Like Fredo, I'm fuckin' her two times
Finna link with my shooter at midnight
Fuck his ho, now he mad 'cause I hit right
Sippin' drank too fast, now it's night-night
Had a lil' bit of Henny, now it's fight night
Then we shot his ass up, now he tie-dye
Smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
Got a thot and she givin' me mind, right

[Verse]
I'ma fuck on that bitch when the tone ring
But I ain't tryna be up in her highlights
Told the bitch be free, it's now my life
I won't beef, he get cut like some Five Guys
Finna fuck a lil' bitch from opps side
Ain't tapped in? Know that I'm mob-tied
Always that n***a when I'm outside
I know y'all n***as like dick-riding
Got the ho from your head, 'cause her lips red
They want my swag they been tryin'
Put on for your team, stop bench riding
Call me Chef Boyar-P, I'ma keep fryin'
We gon' straighten 'em up like a T-line
She Latina, I know by her V-line