[Verse 1]
Yeah, he can't fuckin' hang
I took my money up to Gary, not no Johnny Dang
I been trappin' in Amiris, not no Balmains
Yeah, and Palm Angels
Please don't try to fuck with Dee Rich, he might try to hang you
Please don't try to act like you rich, 'cause I'll fuckin' shame you
Put my gun down and take a switch, boy, I'll spank you
Brodie doin' tricks with the powder, I think he Criss Angels

[Verse 2]
No, you can't hit my 'Wood, n***a, this a facial
She ain't really wanna fuck you, n***a, you a rapist
Rain a hundred shots on you like we up in April
No, I don't watch TV, I ain't got no cable
Chase a n***a down with this gun, no, I'm not Jason
These some nice-ass jeans, no, they not Wranglers

[Verse 3]
Walk him down with the K or I could hit him with the Glock
This a hundred-dollar eighthy, I ain't thinkin' 'bout the opps
Bro said he sent three, one 'Wood got him high
N***a, you ain't gettin' money, n***a, you just gettin' by
If it's money on your head, I'ma send it to the sky
Every time a body drop, all my n***as slap five
They used to blame it on DBlack, but the judge gave him a dime
[Verse 4]
N***a, you can't even trap, you n***as barely make a dime
Quarantining 'round this bitch, I can't even go outside
Throwin' B's around this bitch, you don't like it, then slide
Yeah, bitch, I'm too high
You only went to Mickey D's to use they wifi
When I'm in my big B's, I don't stay the night
I fuck a bitch and walk out because it's only right

[Verse 5]
Ayy, we finna slide
Your bitch call you "bro," n***a, I would've cried
I can tell he a bitch, look up in his eyes
You ain't gettin' to the money, you just gettin' by
I ain't buy that bitch shit but a small fry
A n***a try to finesse me, man, they finna die
Yeah, n***a, I ain't gon' lie
Bitch, YSR shit

[Verse 6]
Brodie fuck around with pounds, he don't buy bricks
We been trappin' out of town, we don't like Flint
When the bag come around, we gon' buy Flint
We gon' have the whole damn town yellin' our shit

[Verse 7]
Y'all ain't makin' no sounds, y'all ain't barkin'
If my n***a hear a sound, he get to sparkin'
My n***a swipin' out of town, he hittin' Target
I rolled a blunt of that Gelat', they think I farted