[Intro: 24Lik & RealRichIzzo]
Big two four shit, n***a
Real rich
Y’all know what the fuck going on
(Ayy, Kee Money on this bitch, so you know I'm finna rock out)

[Verse 1: 24Lik]
Took her to the couch, she ain’t get to see the bedroom
AR got kick when, this bitch blowin', it need leg room
J in Kentucky, don’t got dinners, but he sell food
Scared of who? I could be the drive,r and I'ma still shoot
Bro out the roof, ain’t even gotta speak on what he finna do
We’ll flip yo 392 with 7.62s
You mad your bitch lovin' the crew, that’s what this kit do
I spent a couple bands on my shoes, just to walk down on you
She like, "Why yo car ain’t got a roof?" Told her to ask Moo
Woods just bought another new coupe, I think I want one too
She wanna hold it sideways and suck it, like she blowin' a flute
I drink so much codеine every day, how could I catch thе flu?

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo]
Stopped rappin for a minute, I been bendin, n****s jumpin
I ain’t goin' out like no bitch, they had the switch I still punched em
He got his friend hit, now he know he shouldn’t have touched me
Still be blowin' at them n****s, they just keep on gettin' lucky
10s, 9s, and 8s, I ain’t fuckin' if she ugly
I been runnin' for a long-ass time, cross country
How the fuck y’all n****s gettin' shot across country?
My bag got all types of different shit, like some munchies
I just popped a perc, I’m geeked up I want a dub a piece
I know where all the opps at, I popped a UAV
Walk em down, no drive-bys, I can’t slide with Key
Bro just got his lick back but he ain’t signed to G
[Verse 3: 24Lik]
Team wiped, we put all them n****s in the Gulag
I fucked and put her on the cam, I’m a douchebag
Old hoes see me gettin' money, want a new ass
But she left when I was broke, with her through ass
Man that n***a run slowed up, he gettin' blew past
We turned that n***a main mans into a new tat

[Verse 4: RealRichIzzo]
All my opps got some shit in common, they gettin' blew at
N***a said he first to shoot, but didn’t shoot back
He had a rap career, somebody ended him
Run inside this crib, my bitch blowin', like she India
This bitch swear she ain’t goin', but I’m hittin' her
She cute on Instagram, but in person, I ain’t feelin' her
Free my opp, I can’t wait until I drop homie
White gold Cartier, yeah, this mine homie
And you know who took yo shit, come and slide on me
Instead of tryna buy it back, you need to buy a goalie
We keep scorin' back to back, to back to back, they called a timeout
Lik done hit so many n****s, he done fouled out
Seen my ex bitch last week, she out of style now
All her friends like Mike, but he ain’t Bow Wow

[Verse 5: 24Lik]
N***a name it I done done it yo big brotha prolly slumped
Snow sell QPs and onions Fatt Tae got pills by the busload
Ima call you Lil Ferragamo, cause you cuff hoes
N****s out here suckin' on hookah, get the fuck on
I just made a hundred off an app, I don’t touch phones
Let a n***a disrespect Lik, he get touched on
We love turnin' n****s into weed, who think they Tuff Tone
That n***a shooter was scorin' every week, now his touch gone