[Intro: Lil Garbage Truck]
Yah
Yah
What?
My n***a Alien just turned this shit up
Lil Garbage Truck, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Garbage Truck]
I had to hop on this beat with my n***a Eli
His bitch was sucking his dick and I told her, “Eat mine”
These n***as tried to run up and I made her rewind
She want a sneak peek so I let her see mine
I can't move, I can’t go
‘Cause it's dough, that I smoke (ooh)
On that bitch, for that hoe
Then I go, hit the road
Scam a bitch, scam a n***a, ‘Cause I need some fucking dough
Scam a n***a on the Xbox for that Live Gold (Oooooh, let's go)
60 for a 35 I’m smoking on Well nuts
N***as fucked up in the crib smokin' Well nuts
I'm getting tired of the coochie, bitch, show me the butt
And I'm getting tired of you teasing mе, bitch, let me fuck
I was looking at my bitch like, “What thе fuck?!”
Then I see a faggot n***a like, “What the fuck?!”
Then I see my bank account like, “What the fuck?!”
I need to bust some jewels I'm broke as fuck
My shooter from Blood gang I call him Emon
I just scammed this white bitch her name was Evon
I just beat my meat then I gave her the Band-Aid
I just bought some fake Lean from the right aid
I pray Eli don't get locked up ‘cause he gon' get raped
You n***as so lame ‘cause you still hit vapes
I just scammed a old hater and left him shit face
I'm tryna fuck this bitch ‘cause she got big cake
I’m finna pass this song on to my n***a, Eli
Need a local faggot dawg when they 100 Eli
I be humpin bitches with their phone bills I’m the nice guy
I put 5 star meals everyday, fryin' Wi-Fi
[Verse 2: Punchin’ Eli]
Damn, this n***a just called me a faggot
This n***a three cash, is known as the fucking booty cabinet
Imma beat Spazzo’s ass when I catch that n***a lacking
This n***a fucked up in the crib tryna sing Michael Jackson
Damn, that n***a still has twenty thousand dollars for a motherfucking heel drink
I just shot up this n***a Carti he broke as hell in a bewick
And this n***a broke as hell he can't even afford a bewick
This beat sound like China it reminds me of Slump AK
And this n***a mad as hell ‘cause he missed out on his payday
I was three years old when I had sex on a play date
I put a bomb on Kobe Bryant but that shit went Mayday
Oops, yeah, I'm sorry for that last line
I'm like Ricky Bobby up this shit I ain’t talkin' bout NASCAR
I'm bout to feed this n***a to the lliance I ain't talkin' Jaguar
And I'm bout to beat Slump AK up with a fuckin' Pop Tart