[Intro: Louie Ray]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
I can't one take it, moe
Fuck it (Okay)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Louie Ray & Pros AP]
I came Mike Amiri button-up
Collared shirt with the jeans, I was cuttin' up
Can't just impress me with no money, that don't be enough
You probably think shootouts cool 'cause you don't see enough
You think you and her tight as hell, she be eatin' me up
I'm gettin' high, I got a three inside a sippy cup
Her titties big as hell, for sure I gotta titty fuck
He got a sip left in his cup, that's a pick-me-up
Was leanin' hard the other night, bro had to pick me up
Rose gold, white gold, fuck the city up
Two hundred, three hundred, bro, wе really up
Big shower in the crib makе her wanna fuck, huh, okay
I been buyin' all Off-White, but that ain't enough
Quarter-brick sittin' on the table, I ain't cut it up
Every time somebody hear my voice, they gotta cut it up
I'ma shoot his ass back down just for runnin' up (Pros)

[Verse 2: Pros AP]
Brodie blew the engine on his Scat, we gon' get it fixed (Yeah)
Baby wanna fuck on me and gang 'cause we young and rich (She know it)
I been ballin' on the opps, they so young and pissed (Lame)
A n***a play with gang gang, we gon' send a blitz (On my mama)
Bitch, a n***a play with brodie, I'ma sub him out (He outta there)
AR with the scope, and the beam, it's gon' tag him out (Tuh-tuh-tuh)
I ain't never been broke, you just runnin' your mouth
Bitch, before I go broke, it's gon' be a while (On the Bible)
Tuh, these rap n***as finished (Ain't have no pape')
Lil' boy ain't got five, you must be kiddin' (So lame)
Ain't been to church in a year, the shoes still Christian
A n***a reach for bro-bro chain, we gon' dismiss him (We outta there)
Bitch, I ain't tryna fuck you, call your best friend
Let's see who got the best head for some dog shit (Yeah)
Just took a lame n***a bitch, I know dog sick (I know he sick)
All I did was up a twenty, she left dog quick
[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
If I up a hundred-ball on Instagram, that's for motivation
If I drop a hundred on you, it's gon' be a sticky situation
E was the first n***a in the hood with sixty-dollar eighthies
Lil' boy say he know his karma comin', he done shot babies
I'm a cool n***a, but my Glock crazy
Three O's in a twenty-ounce, my pop crazy
I got every different color lean like the Power Rangers
The dog came bricked up, but the powder shaky
Gucci nerd shoes on with the European tie
Ho, this a 750i, I'm a European driver
I'm on Telegraph, finna meet the drank plug at Meijers
Don't really care about the price, if I want it, I'ma buy it
Simple, just drunk my whole pint, it was accidental
Made a killing and killed a couple n***as out this rental
I'ma finna shit on n***as, I'ma need the thickest roll of tissue
Got my pistol with me, n***a, let me know if it's an issue