[Intro: Hi-C]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Hi-C, man
Shoutout sophitia, man, shoutout my n***a xaviersobased, man

[Verse 1: Hi-C]
I been eatin' good, I been gettin' chubby
I'm a big fish, n***a, you a guppy
I'm a big dog, n***a, you a puppy
Boy, you dusty, get yo' bitch to suck me
I been livin' good, I been livin' comfy, damn
Hi-Tech splash, that's a bloody slushy
Hi-C got the juice, bitch, it's no discussion
Everywhere I go, bitches wanna fuck me
Rockin' Fear of God, don't believe in nothin'
Off the tea and the shrooms, and I'm finna chug it
I put dust in my blunt, this shit got me dusted
Forest dust to the face, I can't even function
I was geeked on a bean, gettin' top in public
Bitch, I'm not tryna cuff, I'm tryna get my nuts licked
N***a cuffed on a treesh, you should be disgusted
All my n***as got chops', strapped up like some Russians
But the Big Bad Wolf, choppa get to huffin'
Choppa get to puffin', in the club with my bro and these n***as gunnin'
Hit that spot, then I got her gushin'
We ain't fucked in a week, but she still cumming
Call yo main bitch up when I want some suction
Punch a fuck boy down, spiky bloody knuckles
You an incel creep, n***a, you a weirdo
I got real mob ties, kinda like Sopranos
I'ma let my nuts hang, I'ma let 'em dangle
Yeah, the sun hit the shade, diamonds dancin' rainbow
Bitch, I'm too juiced up, ain't no bitch I can't pull
Said she wanna rock out, okay, cool
[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
N***a, bands in my pants, bands in my wallet
N***a tryna talk down, n***a, man you wildin'
I'ma always be me, I was young when I came out the closet
I'ma always be myself, yeah, that's why these n***as watchin'
Finna hit the mall, n***a, go shoppin'
In the bank, lil' n***a, finna make deposits
N***a, I could pull up, TEC fit, foamposites
Yeah, but I ain't tryna do that, n***a, now you wildin'
Ride around town with that boy, we leave a n***a flat
I'm with my n***a glost, my n***a, he just popped a flat
I'm in Tennessee with st47ic, n***a, where the exotic at?
Crops go straight to my head, can't even stand up
Boy, these n***as Kevin Hart, they should do stand up
Yeah, playin' with them bands, boy, get your bands up
Always be myself, don't tell me to man up
Oh, yeah, boy, why you coughing on that blunt?
Two, three shots, huh, leave that n***a dead
Fuck boy, finna take him to my bed