[Verse 1: BIG30]
Man, this shit here crazy, stupid bitches say we killed my n***a
Say they caught him slippin' in South Memphis, I was somewhere sickin'
Know how we get down and how we kick it, facts, you know the business
Had some ups and downs, they upped some guns, this shit got kind of wicked
Now I'm out in traffic by myself, I don't know who to trust
This Glock got my back, Draco with me, clutchin' on every truck
I'ma keep on smashin', keep your name alive and post you up
Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I'm above my feelings in my nuts
Swervin' through the city in this Scat, I got 'bout fifty on me
Opps tryna sic bitches on me, carbine, it got 'bout sixty on it
Ever since I lost Tadoe, been creepin' with the kitchen homies
Cold-heartеd, Crippin' like I'm Gunna, bitch, I'm drippin' on 'em
Trappin' out a vacant with no neighbors, tryna gеt it in
.357 came with eight shots, I'm tryna let off ten
The plug say he gon' stop sending the bows, we keep stressin' his friend
Well, little do he know, his ass next soon as we meet again
Jason hit my phone like, "They just booked me for 'bout twenty racks"
Chop that shit in half, send off a ten, he send me twenty back
The streets say we got ether, keep on droppin', this shit here like crack
And we the ones who started slimin' out with choppers in the Scat (Blrrd)
I know what it feel like, take this, make sure this pill right
Three to the chest, one to the neck, I bet that boy don't heal right
I keep poppin' all these pills 'cause I like what it feel like
And don't think that I'm slippin', try your luck, you gon' get killed twice
[Verse 2: Moneybagg yo]
I thought a n***a who watch what I do
But he can't get his bitch back said somethin' (Tough)
Is it true that he postin' another n***a money?
Probably, I don't put that past him (Maybe so)
I thought a ho that be speakin' on me
But be fuckin' a broke n***a said somethin' (Listen)
Hol' up, lil' bitch, get a n***a that's lit
I'm the whole loaf, he the breadcrumbs (Go)
Rappers with their mixed feelings (What?)
I ain't fuckin' with 'em (Nope)
Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is
Bagg, where the Runtz at? (Huh?) Know you got it on you '
'Posed to be smell-proof, bussin' out the vacuum seal
These n***as lil' boys, childish, Fisher Price
Confident, I'm not cocky, so get it right
She bendin' over, but I want some head first
I don't even wanna know what the pussy like
Trippin' too close to fallin', so I'm ballin'
It's crazy, my opp got shot but I ain't call it (Sike, slow up)
I come around, n***as gon' put they ho up
These bitches stay on my channel, yeah
Must've seen me on TV, yeah
It took me six hours to count a mil' exactly, I'm accurate with the cheese, yeah (Big Bagg)

[Chorus: Quavo]
New strips came out the blues (Cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (Blues)
We put a price on you (Price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (Ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (Guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (Pressin')
Hundred million in the section (Section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (Blessin')
New strips came out the blues (Cash)
New drip, I'll give a bitch the blues (Blues)
We put a price on you (Price)
We uppin' the price on the jewels (Ice)
Leave a bitch guessin' (Guessin')
We the one pullin' up pressin' (Pressin')
Hundred million in the section (Section)
Lil' bitty bitch missed her blessin' (Blessin')