[Verse 1: 1oneam]
Yeah, ha (Fuck you n***a)
Slime his ass, no discussion (Yeah)
Sticked up like a damn Russian
Talking on gang, we get to wrestlin'
I'm tryna go up, bitch I rushin'
Hit it one time, she get to blushin'
Pack touch down, huh, buckets (Yeah)
I get the green, lil' bitch I love it
He is so scary, why is he duckin'?
Lil' bro it's a setup, you is not fucking
Blew me a bag, I was like "Fuck it"
Ran that shit up, no discussion
Pack touch down, like some luggage
Mix the Xan's, yeah she love it
[?] jugg, I get the money
Broke ass n***as, boy they so funny
Puffin' on gas, I'm stuck like a dummy
He fall for that jugg, that boy is a dummy
Racks came in, I spent on my tummy
Pipin' yo' bitch, I'm in her tummy
Boy I'm so sick, I need some [?]
Blowing on gas, this shit in my lungs
Bro I'm that n***a, I already won

[Verse 2: Smokingskul]
If shе ain't gone fuck, that's the end of discussion
Shе give me brain, just like a cushion
Don't post the addy 'cause we shootin' at functions
Chopper gone sing like Jennifer Hudson
Dropping the pin like a bowler now
Put a star in the ground like [?]
They don't know I'm in that Caddy
What you gone do? N***a, like Scrappy
Kick down the door, hands on the floor
7.62s bouncing through the corridors
She ain't my type, I leave her on rojo
We the reason for the [?]
Two sticks, n***a we can make smoothies
I feel like Joe, n***a, in that bookstore
Say you want smoke, be careful what you wish for
Fuck her one time, I don't want her anymore