[Intro: YungLiV]
Pull up' we send hot shit
Gang n***a, uh-huh
(Master)

[Verse 1: Scorey]
Look, I just touched in Philly (Uh)
I'ma call up Livvy, I need me a glick
Gave me the glizzy, he said, "Bro, be careful cause it got a switch" (Got a switch)
Told him, "Stay on X' because this n***a hatin' ", then I fucked his bitch" (Yeah I fuck this bitch)
But he said "Fuck it, if that n***a play, we put him on his shit" (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: YungLiV]
Yeah, bitch, I'm back, I've been gone for a minute
Bustin' off thirty, one thirty and liquor
We don't tote Glocks unless it come with extended's
She know that meaningless, see more of them n***as
Hop out this [?], She askin' for pictures
She know in the hood they call me "Thе [?]"
We can't go in dazed, lil' baby you can
[?] out of my city, the opps wanna kill mе

[Verse 3: Scorey]
We shootin' like "Bop-Bop, Birdie" we hit 'em (Bop)
We turn his white tee to burgundy, n***a
Catch your wife, we burnin' 'em wit' 'em in all, we won't ride, I'll murder them n***as
Buy me a deal, but runnin' my bag up, now my youngest bro purgin' like figures
Burstin' off pills, so I'ma just mask up, but these squeeze sorin' all my fingers
[Verse 4: YungLiv]
This MAC' came wit' this cool lil' kit
And more than enough shots for me to hit
We spotted, then it got us, graces
Goofy ass right off the list
The opps ain't been a problem
Since I slide, don't touch me if you trip
Diamonds, VVs shinin'
You can tell [?] on my dick
Said they smokin' frothy gang, you know it
We got poles, you know it
Tweak wit' us, watch how we blow 'em
I'm off the act, the potion
Rollin' under the seat, I'm toasted
I got this .4 on my waist, I know you see it pokin'
([?], n***a, I know you see it pokin')

[Verse 5: Scorey]
He say you ridin', catch him in traffic, you better not park, or theses bullets gon' tow it (They gon' tow)
N***as be high, them twizzy got ratchets, it'd be spark if my n***as be blowin'
I like designer, all kinds of fashion, think about robbin' me, I ain't goin'
I gotta hide in Vegas, I stole it, I done got tired of beating an opponent
I never trip it on givin' Lil' Remy the rule, because broad be leaving the smoke
I'm finna call that n***as, then steppin' on you, tell 'em, "Bring it to me" for opponents
I used to post my wrist wit' a stick in my shit and Lil' Rocky be totin' the comb fit
Every sloth that had stood in his pole, lit
RIPs, they be makin' his bone split
[Verse 6: YungLiv]
He slid down and got shout out of the jeep, I clip wit' you n***as, then don't clip wit' me
Who just shouted the blind side? They are the weakest, and I only got put on the front of the team
Ghost found 'bout that cussin', shot's from the heat, it's a beam in the front, it's a Glock 19
He wanted some clout, just so me and him made a tweet
So we just took his face in the front of the TV
And the foreign is stolen, but baby I still like these double Y knots in my Amiri jeans
I be off of the liquor, but honestly I get arrested, I pour a four in the lean
I'on talk to enemies, I'll just have Milly blew up on your block from the aim for a beam
Put a whole on the top of this n***a, the sleep from the chunks of the stinks where he coming to eat