[Intro: Zach Hurth, Back of the Class, & Enphamus]
Jackin' for Beats, powered by Back of the Class
Y'all know who I am, I'm your host, Zach Hurth
We just touched down in Atlanta, y'all know we had to link with Enphamus
Enphamus, what's up?
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Mafia
Ayy, turn that shit up a lil' bit
Uh huh, lil' bit more
Alright
Look

[Verse: Enphamus]
He buyin' that ho jewelry just for her to take off in my 'telly
Any bitch who looked at me and Quez, done bust one on her belly
This shit ain't a Wap, gon' lose a eye if you play wit' my Fetty
Havin' shit for real, yo' pockets dry just like some school spaghetti
I just bought some Rick Owens
Forty-three, my bitch tote it
I ain't shit, my bitch know it
A hunnid' K, I been blowed it
A hunnid' K, I ran through it
Shipped the dick, she ran to it
'Cause any bitch you name lit in thе city, my gang ran through her
Pop another one, that shit ain't strong еnough, uh-uh
Pour another [?], bitch, you ain't drunk enough, uh-uh
'Den turn it up, the club ain't crunk enough, uh-uh
You ain't high enough, bitch, take another puff, uh-uh
Chase the Casamigos with some beer, she the damn devil
I'm on DT block all by my lonely wit' my damn shovel
Motherfuck a Grammy, this for beggars from the damn gutter
We ain't have a fuckin' pot to piss, but bitch, we had each other
In a Scat, a bad bitch in my passenger, her legs open
Anything to keep her on her knees like her leg broken
I hit everything inside the whip, I spin in slow motion
You ain't spin mine, so I'ma fuck whatever bitch goin'
Bitch, stop all that tip-lickin' and eat the whole dick
Bitch been heartin' all my stories, she ain't seen my whole fit
Smoke a pussy n***a, boof, clutchin' that rusty old stick
Hit his eye like Uncle Ruckus with this rusty old stick
Yeah, money made me look different
Money made me fuck different
Money made me buck different, I hit switches at ten n***as
Money made me think different
Money made me eat different
Money made the beef different, shit, money made my teeth different
Bling
[Verse 2: Quez2rr]
Bitch gon' eat this dick, on Zach, it ain't no toppin' this
No cocky shit, but bitch, my hands be lethal, I be knockin' shit
Five percent, they couldn't even peep at me, I hopped out droppin' shit
Goyard bag look smooth, but just play cool, 'cause it's a Glock in this
Ain't stackin' out, we slide 5.56 and this bitch crackin' spine
Lose a fine, finally keep a loser, sweeper sweepin' mine
On demon time, I hop out slammin' shit like my name James Lebron
Step on shit like You Got Served, my opps call me Omarion
The biggest fish, stop all that fake love 'fore you get split in here
Nines time outta' ten, she ain't on sex, and she got hit in here
Think I'm payin' bills, she must be smokin' dick or drinkin' beer
This a one man army, I'ma clap until I'm in the clear
Clear 'em out, might eat this opp ho pussy for your whereabouts
N***a killin' shit but he lost cool points 'cause he tellin' now
Ain't sellin' out, drop these bags right now, they spillin' million out
And had got booked for some switches, gave me bond, and let a felon out

[Outro: Zach Hurth]
Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
Fraud, cut!