[Intro: Your Stepdad]
(It's little [?])
(It's [?] girl)
(HBK)
(Wake up, [?])
Ayy, look

[Verse 1: Your Stepdad]
I really wonder if I'm finna be with this bitch or kill this bitch
Somebody, look in my soul, I don't even know what the fuck I feel for this bitch (Ayy)
Brodie said fuck it and leave her, but I couldn't fuck her and leave her, no
Spiritual bitch tryna nail like Jesus, worshipping me, she believe in folks (Go, go, go, ayy)
Bitch threw the box like eBay
Add your friend to the vibe like three-way (Three)
Bitch, stay in your lane like E-way
Two birds on my stone like B-day

[Verse 2: Vellydagoat & Cosznmo]
And I'm like, "Shake that, shake that, shake that shit"
Lil' ma', don't break that shit
Call me Velly Cakerman, I'm 'bout to break this bitch, yeah
I got a whole lot of ones, whole lot of, whole lot of ones for the girl in the front
She really dropping that ass, shaking it out of control, I know she’ll stunt
He tryna play with the gang, Drac' got a kick in this bitch, it just like a punt
She thinking she good with the game, she tryna come play with a n***a, I know what you want
You send out a hit if you dumb, I bet he get turned to a pack, he smelling like Runtz (Get him)
Lil' ma', I'm just here for the night, I get in, I hit, and I dip, that's part of my run (This that, this that, this that) (We love you, Coz)
[Verse 3: Cosznmo]
Left to the right, I'ma shake that shit
Shorty back, gon' break that shit
Swipe for the funds, know I take that shit
Catch a opp, we gon', uh— (Damn)
Told lil' bro, "Yeah, we gon' keep a clique"
Miami with game, we just met on a mission
Got her begging for D like the Pistons
Lil' bitch tryna fuck, know I ain't into kissing, like
Fuck college, I ain't paying tuition
Tired of n***as that's sneaking and dissing
N***a stay with a rod like we fishing
Dropped off my mom and he stayed on the dishing
N***a, we get it rockin' in Jersey
Do him like Steph, hit his back with a .30
Lil' lay', yeah, she tryna get flirty
Can't fuck with no bop, no treesha, you heard me?
I'm with Doowop, the function be rocking
Tens in the telly, band down from the Stockton
Serving za', my [?], no boxing
If he ask where the Glock, n***a, ain't in the box-in
That means I'm uppin' that shit
Shorty a baddie, I'm fucking that shit
Why the opps still ducking that shit?
Me, Velly, Wop and we clubbing and shit
Like, lil' bro hit a rock-rock, damn
I'ma catch me a opp, aw, man
Up the Glock and go, "Pop-pop," damn
Off the za', yeah, this shit got me deady
Shorty got WAP, then I'm throwing her fetty
Like, feel like Kay-Kay, these n***as not ready
Get him smoked, n***a blockfood, he ain't coming bready, gang