[Intro]
(Less than twenty-four hours)

[Chorus: 1Dada4Ever]
Twenty, let's go (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a couple hollers for you, a few boats (Uh-huh, let's go)
I got a couple killers for you, then on throat and you won't know it
And I got killers, got it out the mud, and didn't went by shit
We run 'round with drugs, and guns, and in my head, it smelt like piss
I got a couple where it'll put ya', and you ain't know 'bout, know 'bout shit
The crib so lonely, gotta ['member?] what you know 'bout, but what you know?
You flex instead but you ain't using, they don't know 'bout it, talk that shit
I'm pushin' 'round in that [?], boy, this that big body, this shit big (Boy, this shit big)

[Verse 1: 1Dada4Ever]
She said she felt somethin' hard in my jeans, but this that stick probably (Let's go)
I keep the rods and reels around me, like I got a fish hobby
My are really sticked up
Turn that kickback to a stick party
I got real love for them lil' [?], but there's just something 'bout them [?]
That boy don't bite, he just love barkin'
Tell my partner, "Get it," shut up
Don't make me send them Pluto Troopers to yo' crib, 'cause they gon' cut up, bro, we gon' cut up
Bro, how I'm lying? I got Trues [?]
Bet they won't catch me in this ass
Lil' boy, this that [DJ-dash?] (Dash)
And I'm pushing that shit, let's see it go fast (Fast)
Burn a bitch if her ass ain't fat
And I keep that stick, I ain't on lack (Lack)
Ain't no broke as shit, I got they back (Back)
And I walk in Saks, I spend them racks (Racks, racks, racks)
And I ain't even worried about all them stacks
Gonna hit the trap and make it back
I sip that mud, and I relax
And if we talkin' now, bitch, them n***as cap

[Verse: iayze]
Walk in Chanel, I got the racks (Racks, racks, racks)
But I'm broke as shit, they got me
I boot the bitch off a blue Oxy
Turn on that shit, boy, you copy? (You copy?)
Uh-huh, yeah, they say I'm a hard body
Damn, I feel like All Mighty
I know yo' lil' bitch ain't right
That bitch wanna take her time, I'm like, "Baby, yeah, that's fine"
Dam-damn, I feel— All Mighty
I kno-know, bitch ain't right
That bit-bitch take her time
I'm like, "Ba—, yeah, that's fine
I sip that mud then I relax (Relax)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she got my back (Back, back, back)
We'll spin that bit', we're not talkin' 'bout straps (Straps, straps, straps)
It make me mad when I play with the racks (Racks, racks, racks)
Racks, we got them packs, packs, packs
I just land in LAX ('AX), I know that shit, so I'll just flex (Flex)
My lil' dog keep steppin' on necks (Necks)
All l know is that I'm next (Next)
No, I cannot open yo' text (Text)
Can't run up on me, try yo' best (Best)
That bitch giving the whole gang neck (Neck)

[Chorus: 1Dada4Ever]
Twenty, let's go (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)
I got a couple hollers for you, a few boats (Uh-huh, let's go)
I got a couple killers for you, then on throat and you won't know it
And I got killers, got it out the mud, and didn't went by shit
We run 'round with drugs, and guns, and in my head, it smelt like piss
I got a couple where it'll put ya', and you ain't know 'bout, know 'bout shit
The crib so lonely, gotta ['member?] what you know 'bout, but what you know?
You flex instead but you ain't using, they don't know 'bout it, talk that shit
I'm pushin' 'round in that [?], boy, this that big body, this shit big (Boy, this shit big)