[Verse 1: *67]
(I smell corn)
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your n***a, he is dead as fuck
Smoking on your n***a, he is dead as fuck
620, U-G, I can feel it in my gut
I can't trust a bitch, I can only trust my gun (Very Well)
I don't wanna lick, just shut the fuck up (SHUT UP!)
Why you talking money n***a you ain't getting none
I'm hanging with evvls and we sparkin' this shit up
N***a you a bitch and your bitch is a slut
When I- when I blow up will you still show love?
Fuck Eminem, fuck Logic, fuck Russ
N***a blow me up, n***a blow me up
N***a- n***a blow me up, n***a blow me up
Aye, aye

[Verse 2: icemop]
I said stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick
Bitch faking for what
Bitch we on our other shit, with our money counting up
Build the drop, come to your crib, we know what's up
I ain't listen to your music but I know that shit sucks (Loser)
You a fake claiming swag, you ain't got any signs (Loser)
Know a couple of fucking people, we pull up and you run
These n***as getting scared, I just do this for fun
And thesе n***as counting up, they ain't toting no guns
You ain't do this shit first, you is a wrong
I'm with 67, you know we stay passing this runtz
You ain't catching on nobody n***a that was a stunt
Done