[Verse 1]
Who want that smoke and that bitch know about that
Tired of the gas, need a new pack
Talking like he finna slide through
Choppa hit his whip up, make that lil' n***a reroute that
He ride fishbowl, n***a like Klaus
My bitch hide my stick in her blouse
Get up and get it, get off of my couch
Your pockets hurt, n***a—they say “ouch”

[Bridge]
Outside, probably where your hoe be
Woosah, dark-skin bitch Doechii
Who I?
I'm up to no good, all about mischief
Lil Eight, Loki
Way too player, lil’ eight—stay lowkey
In the sticks like a trophy
Pop out with it, right side get it
Extend clip, get his CapCut edit

[Verse 2]
Catch an opp, bet I leave the boy right thеre
9-1-1, bet the boy need mеdics
He tried to diss, but really—who cares?
Not even your n***as got that on they playlist
You not even underground—face it
You not even underground basement
Don't like my music? He must have COVID
Make that lil’ n***a be tasteless
[Verse 3]
Back in this bitch
I’m in L.A., all a n***a brought was a backpack and a blick
Thirty-round mag, better not trip
Glock beats, then I'm putting tags on a bitch
Do that boy bad, I'm not for the bullshit
Didn't go then, and I won't go today
I be with real street n***as that don't play
When you cross us, better look both ways

[Bridge 2]
Locked up, shoot it ‘til my hand lock
Rubber band around the Glock
Rubber band around the gwap
Wrap it 'til the band pop
At the show with your bitch, tryna
Get my John Hancock
Let them trip, and I'm steppin’, n***a
Get your whole clan shot

[Outro] (Whispers)
DSG…
Vince…