[Intro - Lil Slim C, Method Man, Busta Rhymes]

Meth
Slim
Busta tha hustla' let's go


[Pre-Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
Y'all know what it is
I sneak up in the club
I got that ratchet on me
You don't want me to bug
You know what n***as call me
They call me superthug
And if a n***a act up, I let go me a slug

[Chorus: Kat DeLuna]
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!

[Verse 1 - Young Thug]

If I need some racks, I'mma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I won't ever quit, bitch I'm Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin' like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver

[Verse 2 - Lil Slim C]

Somebody walked up and told me Slim shot somebody
So I shot him and turned up my Rakim
Sped off, black Lincoln sittin' on stock rims
Under black tint Cincinnati cock brim
You know my flavor n***a, pull out your razor n***a
Let 'em slice me once then I'mma blaze a n***a
Taste your blood like 45 minutes after Mayweather lace his gloves fighting Pacquiao
And all you little new n***as jockin' styles
Just to pack a crowd, I come through acting wild
Dressed in all black, blacker than a black and mild
Blowing on that sour diesel, fuck yeah my jacket loud
My bitches cream, my tires screech
I bust guns and I wire teeth
Hurricane and Slim
Can't live with us then put us where God be

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes]

Aiyyo! Check it!!!
I'm comin through with a thick crew playa (Waddup!)
You can't believe I'm on the shit too playa (Waddup!)
I'm a sit and watch your girl put it on me (Waddup!)
I love it when you got your ass clappin for me (Waddup!)
Your big ass cover the back of my harley (Waddup!)
Ass from the front to the back of the party (Waddup!)
That's right (Yeah girl) that's it (Come on!)
Get low shorty shake that shit (Come on!)
If you ain't got learned get it down packed mami
With all that ass you got sittin on your back mami
Now all my shorties need to get in line
I said because I'm only gonna tell you one more time
Cause if that ass kind of stocky and fat
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up bounce (BACK!!!!)
While I, get dough (Get dough!!!) smoke dro (Smoke dro!!!)
Get low because I fuckin said so
And you know it.....
Whoop!

[Pre-Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
Y'all know what it is
I sneak up in the club
I got that ratchet on me
You don't want me to bug
You know what n***as call me
They call me superthug
And if a n***a act up, I let go me a slug

[Chorus: Kat DeLuna]
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!
Whine up, whine up, whine up, oye!

[Verse 4 - Playboi Carti]

Yuh, Ben Baller, no Johnny Dang
Yuh, uh, all my n***as Blood gang
Yuh, all my n***as gang bang, ayy
What? Yuh, ayy
Purple eight, yeah I sip that drank
Yuh, used to pink, ayy
What the fuck you drink? Ayy
Put the diamonds on my cross
Pockets on Rick Ross, ayy
Cartier, be a boss
Put them on a block, ayy
Put that boy up on his feet
Yeah, these n***as ball, ayy
All my n***as eat, ayy
All my n***as, uh, ayy
Saving all my cash, ayy
Now a n***a tall, ayy
And my bitch bad, ayy
And she breaking walls, ayy