[Intro]
(Brrt)
(Brrt, stick 'em, ha-ha-ha, stick 'em)

[Verse 1: EBK Young Joc]
I got magic, the work doin' backflips (Tada)
Baby, how you do that dance again? It's fantastic (Ayy)
Cuddie off a thizz, it's a double, got him smackin' (Got him smackin')
In a foreign zoomin', told him slow down 'fore you bap it (Skrrt)
Big booty bitch, damn right I wanna grab it (Uh-huh)
I know it ain't legit, bro, that's plastic (Ayy)
Planet of the Apes, wildlife, no Jurassic
I ain't in it for the clout, baby boy, you could have it
Watch him stop, drop, and roll, fire drill when we blast him
This n***a takin' pictures, quit the flashin' (Quit the flashin')
Put red beams on you, n***a, we ain't laser taggin'
Snatch a snitch up, no kidnappin', snitch-nappin'

[Verse 2: Bris]
Ayy, I be runnin' to that chicken, I put them bands first (Put them bands first)
Countin' money and shootin' guns make my hands hurt (Pah-pah-pah)
Joc geekin', thirty hangin' out his man-purse (See that thirty)
Finger fuck the fully switch and make the slam squirt (Ayy)
Bet lil' baby hear my verse, she start squirt creamin' (Gon' squirt crеam)
Think I'm finna flirt, I'm off these Percs geekin' (I'm off thеse Percs geekin')
Ayy, you ain't with that shit, you just turned demon (Turned demon)
Matter fact, I don't even think you turnt, even (Not really)
Ayy, big pole hangin' out like I'm screwdrivin' (Like I'm screwdrivin')
Gettin' sucked up in this load, they don't know who drivin' (They like, "Who drivin'?")
Lemon squeeze, banana peels like I'm food fightin' (Like I'm food fightin')
Up the Glock and catch a faceshot like 42 Ivann (Ayy, free Ivann)
Ayy, you see that pipe up in my hands, it's not karaoke (Not karaoke)
Gotta keep it in my pants, gotta carry on me (Gotta carry on me)
You gon' need like eighty hands, it's a pair of 40 (He gon' need some hands)
Probably knock your eyes off for all that starin', homie
You know the clip chubby (Ayy)
Lil' Bris been beat dogs and baby pit puppies (Baby pit puppies)
All these blues in my pocket, but I'm big Bloody (But I'm big Bloody)
She runnin' bands, it's not a question if the bitch love me (Bitch cute)
[Verse 3: Mac J]
Ayy, put me in, coach, boy, it's game time (Huh?)
Shit, flip phone bangin' like a gang sign (On God)
Ayy, bitch steady choosin' and she ain't mine (No way)
N***as hatin', boy, I heard it through the grapevine (Uh-huh)
Hold on, ayy, who you told on? (Uh-huh)
Snitch jacket, I can't never put that coat on (N***as rats)
I ain't hungry, I just ate an oxycodone (Ayy)
Homies turn to suckers, I don't know who I should blow on, ayy
And all that pump fakin', better cut it out (Better cut it out)
'Cause that luck you n***as have, it really runnin' out (On God)
If we pull up on your street, you know we jumpin' out (Say what?)
I'll quarantine your house, you know we shut it down (Stupid)