[Intro: midwxst & Rickie Wedlow]
These n***as swearin' they on the top of this shit when I know they in the back, ha
Bitch, who the fuck told you was hot?
Bitch, who the fuck told you spit?
Bitch, who the fuck told you rap?
Boy, n***a, go back to the—, mm
Yeah, need to go back to the bleachers
Walk around town with the blood on my sneakers
That ain't my girl, boy, no, she not a keeper
And if you not gang, then don't ask for no feature, bitch
(Huh, uh, huh, huh, oh, yeah)
(I walk in that trap, huh, I walk in that store, uh)
(This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
(That bit' wanna—, huh, okay, okay)

[Verse 1: Rickie Wedlow]
I'm doin' shit that you can't (You can't)
Don't need a stylist, I put that shit on my fit and I walk in the bank (Oh, yeah)
Shawty got mileage, she tryna get on my dick, but I told her, "You can't," okay (Oh, yeah)
And I'm on an island, I just woke up and got rich, now I'm breakin' the bank, oh, yeah (Breakin' the bank)

[Verse 2: Rickie Wedlow]
How you gon' talk but ain't don't got no check? (Oh, yeah)
Your bitch want me 'cause I fuck her the best (Oh, yeah)
Diamonds on me and they hit on my neck (Oh, yeah)
Don't try to kill me, 'cause I'm gon' resurrect (Oh, yeah)
They don't want me, I don't think that they [?]
Chrome on my body, I'm walkin' in fashion
Playin' these bitches like I'm playin' Madden
Fuckin' these bitches while she call me Daddy (For real)
I was just fuckin' that bitch from the back
I bought a new crib, I can hang up my plaques
No cap in my shit, I be speakin' the facts (Oh)
I got a vibe and I'm bringin' it back
And I got a Glock with a Nina attached
Not linkin' with me, why you keep tryna match? Ha (Why the fuck you do that?)
Oh, yeah
[Verse 3: midwxst & Rickie Wedlow]
(Go) Shawty addicted to me like some crack (Oh, yeah, okay)
Hop in my SUV, my Cadillac (Oh, yeah)
She wanna pull up, yeah, right to the pad, and I said, "Nah," huh
I hit up Rickie then hop on the track, huh
These n***as swearin' that they at top of this shit when I know they in the back, ha (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Bitch, who the fuck told you was hot?
Bitch, who the fuck told you spit? (Who the fuck told you spit?)
Bitch, who the fuck told you rap? (Who the fuck told you rap?)
Boy, need to go back to the—, mm (Oh, yeah)
Yeah, need to go back to the bleachers (Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah)
Walk around town with the blood on my sneakers
That ain't my girl, boy, no, she not a keeper
And if you not gang, then don't ask for no feature, bitch
You ain't touchin' me for real, know you ain't touchin' shit, aha
And you know my windows tinted like the president, okay (Like the president)
These n***as not touchin' me (They not touchin' shit, nah), got no measurement, oh, yeah
Bitch, I'm up now, not up next, I set that precedent (I set that precedent, bitch)

[Outro: Rickie Wedlow & midwxst]
(I'm doin' that shit)
(Yeah, bitch, I'm up now, not up next, I set that precedent)
(When I walk in, I walk out that bank, bitch)
(These n***as not touchin' me, got no measurement, huh)
(Pull out two-hundred K)
(And you know my windows tinted like the president)