[Intro: Nyck Caution, Joey Badass & Capital STEEZ]
Yeah (What? What? What?)
Nyck Caution (Swag)
And J-O (Let go)
And they know

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ, Joey Badass & Nyck Caution]
It's like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I'm tryna find a flow to spit it next
You incorrect for thinkin' I be finished yet
Smith & Wesson if they thinkin' of disrespect
The shine like the n***a that was walkin' in Biggie' steps (It's Bad Boy)
The internet fanbase barely had a taste
Comin' for them carrots, I'm runnin' it on a rabbit race
The Yellow Tape alone had us breakin' bones
Gettin' wavy with plenty hoes, beggin' to take us home (Take us home)
Now wе Amsterdam kushin'
Ziploc stash got us sandwich bag pushin'
Swagged out, cookin' (Swag)
Double that, smokin' 'til our lungs collapsе
And we gotta come with that good shit
Homie, I been up on this Brooklyn tip
Had to start saggin' 'cause them skinny jeans couldn't fit
I heard he actin' up and can't back it up
I'll have my mans air it out, asthma pump
[Verse 2: Nyck Caution & Joey Badass]
I'm raw like sushi
These haters wanna shoot me (Baow)
Because I'm wearin' Gucci or I'm in your bitch's coochie
I got clips, no movies (No)
These chips, no cookies (No)
And I'm killin' in this game, your boy is still a rookie
The heater in your hands (Baow), I know you tryna cook me
The school of swag, bitch, I ain't never playin' hookie (Go to class)
Uh, I'm just bodyin' your mans
Stack so big, what, you thought I had a shotty in my pants? (Nah)
But you haters keep duckin' me
Crowd keep lovin' me
I love it when I hold your bitch's hair while she suckin' me
This could get ugly (Ew)
Girls keep fuckin' me (Yup)
Fights over Caution got every bitch tuggin' me
Yeah I'm steppin' up (Step up), but I ain't doin no dance
Shake that ass back and forth, got my head in a trance (What?)
This shit is funny, I'm tryna fuck, she want to romance (Swag)
I keep it gully, you know I got the loot in my pants
I got some hookah from France (Hookah)
Bazooka your mans ('Zooka)
Chrome to his dome, now there's poop in his pants (Ew; Haha)
He sayin', "Give me a chance" (Yeah)
I blow him straight out the sky (it's J-O), good riddance
[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Uh, aw shit, chain pop, you done unleashed the beast out
I keep a tight circle with the elastic of a speedo
I'm ballin' up on free-throw, n***as watch you like a peep show
Gettin' dome, I'm hittin' home, feelin' like the Great Bambino
N***as talk, but talk is cheap, so I don't even give a shit
Groupie chicks complain how I never give 'em dick
It's Mr. Too Cool, rockin' my glasses
Since kindergarten, girls linin' in front of my classes
I think better on my toilet, my n***a, I'm used to shittin' on 'em
And I be shittin' on 'em even when I'm pissin' on 'em
Haters be dissin' on him
Groupie broads be kissin' on him
Can't stop his flame, even if the air conditioner on him
And that's real, don't know how fake feel
I know she the one if I think of being faithful
But just because I think doesn't mean I'm for real
Four dollars in my pocket, tryna make it four mil'
'Cause I don't have enough, my n***a, for one meal
The Devil told me come, but I told him, "No deal"
I'ma stay right here with my Lord up in the sky
They tell me I can't do it, Lord, know I'ma try
You talkin' like you big with the heart of a midget
That ain't how you built, my n***a, now is it?
Gossip, gossip
N***a, just stop it
Tryna fly with me, I'm pigeon and you ostrich, n***a