[Intro: StanWill]
Yeah, I
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: StanWill]
I got a Glock but I'll beat yo ass
Seen a lot of hate out the opps but ain't seen no cash
Told that lil' bitch, "Toot it up, let me see yo ass"
I might get lost in my drip, I got Nemo splash
Huh, make it splash, feel like Chris Smoove
She ain't got that super soaker on her, made that bitch move
She cannot pronounce the brand, she said I got big shoes
I got yellow and white diamonds, I can mix jewels

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Ksubi jeans skinny, ain't my dick, it's a blicky
Heron Preston now out of Saks, ain't no Dickies
If they sending shots then I'm shooting, take 'em with me
Hitting chip readers like Blake Griffin, banging giffies
Fifteen hunnid get you gone, boy, that's three giffies
If you ain't ShittyBoyz, you can't even fucking breathe with me
Three hunnid dollar plate, kinda make it hard to eat with me
Bro made a hit first day out like he Tee Grizzley

[Verse 3: TrDee]
I don't like [?] really known to get the head then dip
I ain't even ask my mixtape, ain't even have a skip
I ain't even playing, have yo mama yelling [?]
Pull up in the night, let it sing like we brought the Pips
Huh, y'all ain't even hip
When I get bored or irritated, I'ma take a trip
Huh, that ain't even this
Brought The Undertaker for the n***as think I'm throwing fists
[Verse 4: StanWill]
I ain't ever really been broke, I can't reminisce
Think I came out my mama ass 'cause I been the shit
I ain't ever had a nine-to-five, I been scamming shit
Rack after rack after rack, on some tennis shit

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
I eat too much hibachi, my stomach hurt
If it ain't the chip reader, show you how them hunnids work
Put a BIN on his fucking head, I just punched his hearse
You got that lil' bitch pregnant but I fucked her first

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Nah, for real though
Know some pistol popping dreadheads, they don't steal though
N***as still broke
Told baby put the tip in and she still choke

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Funny how if I up stick, I'll stick him up
You can tell I don't lift weights but I'll lift him up
Bust a fanny pack open, bitch said I'm rich as fuck
Waiter brought me out the wrong drink, I ain't tip him nothing
Bro turned the lil' Fiji Water into Coca-Cola
Keep two sticks, I'm a PS4 controller
[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Bitch foreign, look like Dora
King bed, roll her over
Get the head off that lil' bitch then I'm gonna ignore her
Yeah, it's a Air Force day
Carry-on full of za like, what the airport say?
I be at Ruth Chris, two hunnid every fourth play
He ain't got a car, seen him running to his court day

[Verse 9: TrDee]
Smoking Cookie, real Cookie, you don't even know the taste
Money calling, speeding to it, I don't even hit the brakes
Dirty [?] chill day, I ain't even wanna stay
Cut into her, hell nah, I know yo ass ain't hitting vapes
I don't Crip but the pockets stay with blues
Want some clout? We gon' put him on the news
Was a drought, now my old bitches choose
Like a Twix, all my hoes come in twos