[Verse 1: Che]
Woke up, I just went demon, lil' bitch
Look at my cup, yeah, that shit fizzlin', ho
That's yo' slut? Yeah, then I'm beatin' that bitch
I'm like, "What?" No, I ain't scheming with them
Okay, my manager, leave it to him
No way, I'm leaving the treason to them
My squad, I'm leaving the treeshes for them
Go flock, I'm really beating for them
Percocets and my heart beating for them
Let's have sex and then I'm gon' leave it as that
So hundred, n***a gon' keep it so ten
That's why I would rather have no other friends
I'm tryna set yo' homеboy up
Damn, we done set yo' homеboy up
Oh yeah, n***as gon' hate on me, it ain't nothin'
I'm number one, baby, let's get to drummin'
Oh yeah, I just got a Rick Owen uh (Coat so fur)
She eat the dick, then she do what she want
Know what's on the top, baby
Top big blunts
Put a bitch n***a in like five, four blunts
I-I ain't even smoke in like five, four months
Bitch suck me up, but a n***a ain't bust
Tell me yo' lo', some n***as, can't trust
Don't show me your love, some n***a can trust
Why argue with a n***a that tryna fuss?
New ARP got that bitch and it buss
Bitch want love, but a n***a want lust
Ah, n***as ain't havin' enough
[Verse 2: Tana]
Ahh, bitch see me, she say, "What's up?"
Young n***a, I get my cheese and I buck
This ho is a whore, ain't no reason to fuck
Oh yuh, and if it's just beef then pull up
Oh ya, n***a get beat the fuck up
Stomp his ass out of in my sneakers, fuck
Thumb in her pussy I'm beating it up
Plhh, if a n***a reach for his gun
I'll slide with my gang slide with my squad
N***a tryna run, put a bullet in his arm
N***a was thirteen, beating up the Glock
N***a was 14 sippin' on the Wock (Wock)
(Ouh oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Che]
I just wan' go smoke
He don't want no smoke
I'm throwin' up four (Four, four)
Post up at yo' lo' (Lo', lo', lo')
Ya bitch, eat me like food
Bullets straight through yo' phone (Straight through yo' phone)
Got bread, tryn blow sum? (Racks, tryn blow sum)
N***a we havin' bool sum (Havin' bool sum)
Lil' money, might lose some
Yeah, this ho wet like a pool, ah
Let's play with some moo yea
I'm counting mula
Sticks in the cooler
I wish I would've knew sooner, yea
[Verse 4: Tana]
Twin goin' insane (Insane)
Shots to ya' membrane (Oh ya)
Twin went bool-sane
They sayin' I look like Lil Wayne
Or, I look like tunechi baby
Hm, just give me that coochie baby
Key to the streets can't lose it baby
Walk around like a nuisance
Bitch want head like a noose
Bitch ass n***a, can't have no truce
Rick Owens jeans, but I still rock True's
Step-back three, get shot like a hoop
Bitch keep questioning me, like Kahoot
I got a vest on me for this shoot
I spent 1500 on a shoe
How I fit 3 hoes in a coupe, coupe
Coupe