[Intro]
(Fuck you, 600)

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
Call me "Guap Dinero", yeah
Two bad hoes on Melrose, yeah
He so bitch, I smell those, yeah
Carry that ammo, yeah
Guy got punched like Rambo, yeah
Twin on point, he can't go, yeah
Sippin' on purple, Saints Row, yeah
Huh, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Fifty-one drums like Tango, yeah
Spin it right back like dreidel, yeah
She'll eat frank all day up, yeah
Just did all-white like mayo, yeah (Just did all-white like mayo)
Shooter gon' shoot when I say so
Shooter gon' shoot, he on payroll (Yeah)
Cut that ho off, she couldn't play her role
Soulja Boy, yeah, I got a big Draco
Send a n***a up to the angels
Don't push up with yo' chain, we take those
Switch the code, couldn't name 'em
Punch a n***a right in his shit like Draymond
Catch a n***a right in his hood like Treyvon
And I got shooters in the A, like Trae Young
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
Tell my young shooter knock yo face off
Hurt my slime, and this blick gon' AWOL
Thirty days, thirty nights, can go all day long
And my twin in the cut tryna take sum
I'm geeked up off X all day long
Takin' that ho, now I'm feelin' like Trey Songz
Up the score, my shooter on payroll
Hella racks and we gettin' that case closed
With the Draco, do a lil' tango
Hit twin like, "Where the drank go?"
Blow racks, walked in like a layup
Lil' 500 here and there
Yo' ho treat me like the mayor (Yeah)
Got-Got hella gas in the air (Yeah)
Got X, Perc's sitting in the lair (Let's go)
Got twenty hoes, life ain't fair (Nah)
Spilled lean on my kicks, new pair
Hella racks, so I really don't care (Bee)

[Verse 3: che]
Yeah, she gon' turn around, gon' buss it, buss it
I'ma bring in a musket, dust it
Why are your bitches so dusty? Clutch it
Why are my n***as so clutchy? Yeah
Good Quagen, I don't sip Tussin
6AM, and it's still bussin'
This AMG is what I'm in
Yo' bitch tryna make me her husband
Good za' in this bitch, so musty (Yeah)
Lamb' truck, same color as some mustard (Yeah)
New Air Force One and they custom, custom
My mama don't like all that cussing (Yeah)
But I bet she gon' like that Cullinan (Yeah)
Said you want smoke with me, that's rubbish (Skrrt)
This bitch got an ass, and I rub it, rub it
She don't got no ass, then I dump bitch (Skrrt, yeah)
I don't even look at my comments (Skrrt), that shit don't even amount to nothing (Bop)
Doing donuts, bitch, it ain't Dunkin' (Yeah)
Got more racks than the motherfuckin' Taliban (Bop)
Yeah, spin back, boy, you must be a dumb bitch
This ARP turn Russian (Hrr, hrr)