[Chorus: midwxst]
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
My swag on a hunnid man
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
And no boy, you cannot judge, you can't dress like me
I be walkin' in the function, know we 20 deep
I got brothers with them choppas, know they fucking creep
I ain't hiding from you n***as, no I cannot see

[Verse 1: xaviersobased]
Pull up on a n***a with the knock out
And if I don't got it on me then he gettin' knocked out
I mix the Undercover with the Crocs now
And they hoppin' on my wave like a frog now
Hell yeah, I'm wit' kuru, I'm wit' midwxst
Hell yeah, we coolin' in the upper west
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Up it on a n***a, I won't second guess

[Verse 2: kuru]
Yasuyuki hoodie, you ain't seen this shit bеfore
Fifteen racks in a month, think I need like, more
I'm buyin' morе clothes every time I get bored
Why she tryna hit me up, bitch I'm tryna record
Like they can't dress like us
Why you bitin', you my son, don't make a fuss
And bitch there ain't no man I trust
And no there ain't no bitch I love
Bitch, I'm off the gas, yeah I'm high as fuck
And you know I'm number one, can't be runner up
I'm on the westside with Xavier, we run it up
And you know I'm wit' the Beamer, not no Bentley truck
Hold up, we might shoot, shoot
Bitches take one little call wit' the two, two
I'm not shopping at no mall, I'm too cool to
And like, "Bitch, I want it all, you ain't gettin' foo foo"
I might, go up
Bitch, I want it, uh, bitch I want it all
I'm wit' Xave, I'm wit' Ed, bitch we finna ball
Spot him, then we got him, shit like he ain't standin' tall
Bitch, I want it, like, bitch I want it all
[Verse 3: midwxst]
Bitch, I run it up
He not in no gang, why he throwin' up a Blood
Nineteen in the club but I'm throwin' up a dub
Like that n***a incense, we gon' light 'em up
We gon' let them shots off and we never miss
When we shoot, I'm like it's Top Golf
If you not sayin' I'm the best there's none to talk 'bout
Speedin' down Rodeo, I'm in LA wit' the top down
Yeah, with the top down, oh yeah

[Chorus: midwxst]
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
My swag on a hunnid man
Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
And no boy, you cannot judge, you can't dress like me
I be walkin' in the function, know we 20 deep
I got brothers with them choppas, know they fucking creep
I ain't hiding from you n***as, no I cannot see

[Verse 4: kuru]
Aye, she pulled up, she tryna give me knowledge
And I know these bitches starin' when I walk in
He was talkin' all that shit, I slapped his noggin
And bitch, I keep a rocket in the closet
[Verse 5: xaviersobased]
Bitch, I'm finna dropout, fuck college
Man, where my mind went, I done lost it
I'm a pretty bitch, yeah, I'm flawless
Remember sixth grade, I came out the closet

[Verse 6: kuru]
Why this bitch wan' take a flick like for her locket
I just copped a Subi, I unlocked it
Pockets fat, I got these hunnids in my wallet
Me and Xavier and we made a hit, they said to drop it

[Verse 7: xaviersobased]
Finna take off, just like a rocket
You should shut up, boy, don't nobody like you
You should zip your mouth up, you should fucking lock it
Earftones beanie, had to rock it