[Intro]
(You're listening to a 2up exclusive, bitch)

[Chorus]
Iso cooking like some bacon, with my thot ho, they tryna amaze me
And she top me off, amazing
We'll consider that that boy itchin'
Buyin' this badass bitch an ankle gem, like cookies, we gon' bake 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't fake it, yeah, baking soda make it, yeah
What you make is yours, shoot you in your face, bitch, yeah
We gon' flake a bitch, all in my ear like fungus, yeah
We gon' make it, yeah, swear to God we gon' make it, yeah

[Verse]
Big Glock, that's so dangerous, flick so hot, it camе from Haiti, yeah
Big ARP, aim at ya, swear he him, hе ain't at all
Ball hard with the animals, I play hard, you on standard, ho
New ho up in my Camry, ho, shoot yo' ass on camera, folk
I'on take no edibles, but this Perc' look like edible
She eat me up like Danimal, I can't help, I can't stand this ho
We on shit like Pampers, ho, White plug just like Semetary
Stupid ho, act like you stop carin', know I'm in this party, I'll fuckin' air it
We run shit like you run errands
You talk too much, you fuckin' Karen
I jump off this cliff, I'm fuckin' there
If I fill my cups, [?]
Like, yeah, I'm booted off three damn Xans
I might fuck on three damn fans
Touch fuckin' green like Sam I Am
In Miami like, "Fuck it, damn"
We live once, like, fuck it, man
Big ass fye, I break it down
Glock in the sprayground, spray the ground
Boy, we aim with the same amount
I want you bitch, shut your mouth
Girl, he run up, he get the cake pop
Yeah, he talk shit then K' bouncin'
And he ain't gon' shoot, boy, he ain't a boss n***a
N***a want the smoke, take him out then
You don't got the pole, came with my n***a
I know he a ho, penthouse new shit
Shoot his body up, in the party
Che'll turn up to smoke pounds, n***a
We some wolves, yeah, we really hound n***as
Just like a dog, we gon' put him down, n***a
Big Glock, I got chips on it
You can't rock if you ain't my n***a
Bangin' Glocks like surround sound, n***a
This bitch sexy red, come to pound town then
Stick got plenty legs, they go bow-bow, n***a
N***as askin' how I-, no I don't n***a
Doin' donuts when we drive 'round, ayy
I'm a king, better bow down, ay
Thirty singin' like Bow Wow, then it go
[Chorus]
Iso cook just like some bacon, with my thot ho, they tryna amaze me
And she top me off, amazing
We'll consider that that boy itchin'
Buyin' this badass bitch an ankle gem, like cookies, we gon' bake 'em (Yeah)
Yeah, I ain't fake it, yeah, baking soda make it, yeah
What you make is yours, shoot you in your face, bitch, yeah
We gon' flake 'em bitch, all in my ear like fungus, yeah
We gon' make it, yeah, swear to God we gon' make it, yeah

[Outro]
(Make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah, make it, yeah)