[Intro]
Sweet Pea on the beat
Cash Gang Key
N***as asked why I wasn't rappin'
N***a, I ain't have a hundred, n***a, the feds took everything
N***a, I'm back
Rado, Rado, Rado

[Verse]
Hittin' n***as with that stick, ain't playin' golf, but it's a hole in one
They thought brodie was a jeweler, icin' n***as like he Golden Sun
You better call Zoey if we strapped, it ain't no one-on-one
You never on your block, I slid on it, n***a, it's only bums
We at the chopper house, ain't no hoes in here, it's only guns
Blue strip party, ain't no fives in here, it's only cuz (Crip)
Last opp died in a 300, he was rollin' bum (Lame-ass n***a)
We all buffed up, got black and white, look like some fuckin' nuns
Moo just walked in with two APs, holy fuck (Sheesh)
He thought he was finna buy some jeans 'til more ​choked him up (What up, Moo?)
Bitch, put that n***a in a sling 'cause he broke as fuck
Boy, don't try to slide on snowman 'cause you gon' get stuck
Don't try to slide on this block, you gon' get stretched
Meanwhile, my watch doing TikToks in this bitch, dancin'
She put that rose on her pussy like she Amber
I'm ridin' foreign, my FN made in Belgium
I ain't really into textin', give me sex, please (Fuck you doin'?)
Don't say you don't suck dick, that's my pet peeve (Ah)
She ain't think free bands existed 'til she met three (Poured up three)
I got a glizzy, but what glizzy got a XD? (What the fuck you doin'?)
Is it me, or is this n***a soundin' crazy? (Lame-ass n***a)
Talkin' 'bout I'm Lil Key, I ain't soundin' bad (At all)
It's so much shit in this chop', this bitch constipated
Sticks be rockin' Gucci, man, he not Radric Davis
Ain't shit comin' off my body, bro, you gotta face me
Bro'll turn you to a ghost, but I'm not with Kanan
Stop talkin' money to that n***a, that is not his language
I just caught a fed case, but I'm not complaining (N***a)
[Outro]
Yeah, we got every watch ​on us
They done put two-four on FanDuel, what you got on us?
Make it to the bar, every shot on us
Them is not your bucks
Cash Gang shit