[Intro: arpsweatpants]
Ayy-yo, CC
Yeah, go-go
Huh, huh, arp, yeah
Woah, woah, yeah, go
Huh, yeah-yeah, arp, the biggest

[Chorus: arpsweatpants]
Oh, you not tryna die, huh? (Oh)
Walk wit' that pole if he tryna some’ (Grrah)
They think I'm lackin', but I got my eyes on ’em
I know he cappin', he don't got that fire on him
Woah, shoutout my plug, he move hell of bricks (Let's go)
I got a lesbian plug, she legit (Yeah)
Got through TSA with the stick (Grrah)
Contraband in my briefcase, it's a brick (Yeah)

[Verse 1: arpsweatpants & yvgnahh]
Got banned from my city, pussy, you a bitch (Bitch)
You're banned from my car, I ain't playin' yo’ shit (I’m not)
I'm tryna rob, and I’m takin' your stick
Got a baseball, bluff, and let off a pitch
Like I'm bird watching, finna let out the pigeons (Yeah)
I feel like GR8TAH!, boy, why is you bitchin'? (Why?)
Sit in silence, but they really be temptin’
She be screamin', but I just put the tip in (Yeah)
Like Certified, catch an all-night flight
I stay strapped, but I still keep a knife (I do)
They pull me over, and I might get life (Yeah)
I got AR Pistol, and it's choppin' his height (Grrah)
Bad [?], but she not my type
She an athlete, she ride like a bike (She do)
Feel like 'DAMI, I'ma do some' slight (Yeah)
One wrong move, and I'm ending your life
[Verse 2: 870glizzy]
Feel like I'm Cudi, I post in block all day and night (Ayy, ayy)
I caught an opp', then I finna get right (What)
Send him downtown if I catch an opp' at the light (Bitch)
Brodie came through tryna fight, how the fuck you are, Mike Tyson? (Who, ha)
Let his ass throw in the fist, I'ma throw up the pipe
He runnin', the fucker finna fight for his life
What you gon' do when this shit hit the fan? (Hittin' the fan)
What you gon' do when this shit hit—
And I kick in the door when my bro's servin' grams
Back to that regular, hustler program
What you gon' do when this shit hit the fan? (What you gon' do?)
What you gon' do when this shit hit—
And I kick in the door when my bro's servin' grams (Grams)
Back to that regular, hustler program (Alright)
Bitch, where I'm from, everybody on drugs
We be slingin' dope when you own it, n***a, it's either of the above (Either one)
I had to [?]
Come home with junkies on my mommas' couch (Damn)
Bitch, I remember this shit like it was yesterday, right when my bro' [?] (Yeah)
Give me a contraband, who am I judge a man? (Who am I?)
Brodie, go and get yo' bands, n***a, do what it takes, I understand, n***a
I was robbin' free bands, n***a
My brodie serving out the Xans', n***a, type of Xans to kill—, n***a
We was runnin' through the streets, they'll never own me
[Verse 3: yvgnahh]
Ayy, what
Bitch, I got me that strap, hit him wit' that piece
He wanna track, take him to the meet
Hit that bitch in his face, make that n***a leak
Said he got guns, lyin' through his teeth
I see that pussy, why you tryna creep?
He actin' tough talking through a screen
See that bitch in the whip, shoot him in my seat
I'm finna crack shit, hit a lick
My n***as in the field, in the mix
Got me that [?] with the [?]
He talking stupid, got a lisp
Said he gon' slide, no, that n***a won't
[?]
That n***a [?], put him in a roach
I kill that n***a, then I kill his folks