[Verse 1: 800pts]
50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bag
Tesla, I don't steer, man
I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man
Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man
50 round, weird mag
Make him disappear, yeah
Louis V, weird bag
Tesla, I don't steer, man
I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man
Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared, man
(You have no heart!)

[Verse 2: Jaydes]
Yеah, a fuck n***a gon' cough it up
These bitches gon' talk it up
Likе some telemarketers
Yeah, 50 racks, designer jeans, bitch on me
No campfire, keep that stick on me
Got a OG, doing kits with me
I got Amiri on, I'm not talkin' 'bout Rich
Choppa on switch, its gon' blow you a kiss
I made a 100 just copped me some Rick
No number 2 but I'm back on my shit
They be like "Jaydes why you gotta flex like this?"
I said "Twizzy, shut up"
Ha, bitch, I'm on my come up
Just wanna fuck, I don't wanna cuddle