[Intro]
(Jondior)

[Chorus: Tata & Jenn Carter]
Shorty got wap like Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now he looking like Fetty, bitch
I be geeking, I tote on a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
She be tweaking, she shaking her butt
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she toting my gun
You run, don't stop
You feeling hot, you get sent to the sun

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
Grrah, is you dumb?
I'm with the 4s and they ready to dump (Like, what?)
He can't run, it's a switch on my gun (Like, damn)
PTSD from the shit that I done
Told-told Drе, "Put the beam on a drum"
Like, if hе slipping, we fill him with shots
He got flocked, now he popping his bottle
Big 41, got the city on hots
[Verse 2: Tata]
Like, one-on-one, and lil' bitch, I'm on hots
And on bro if I spot a opp, bet he get shot
We in the party, we 41 Bopping, n***a
See a opp, he get parked, no lot
Like, shoot a n***a, do it with precision
I got like four bitches, I'm feeling imprisoned
Cartier glasses, 20/20 vision
Like, I don't politic with politicians

[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
I'm in the club, do not pass me a shot, I already been sipping
Pay the price or you getting evicted
Chops in the spot, so we gotta dismiss 'em, grrah, grrah, grrah
.40 gon' bark too loud, like, fuck, I cannot listen
Like, Casa' hitting, might fuck up my vision
I don't give a fuck, I might it up and click it, damn

[Chorus: Tata & Jenn Carter]
Shorty got wap like Fetty
Breadwinner, I love to get bready
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Deady
And shots to the eye, now he looking like Fetty, bitch
I be geeking, I tote on a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
She be tweaking, she shaking her butt
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run
He dumb, he a bot
Bitch on my body, she toting my gun
You run, don't stop
You feeling hot, you get sent to the sun
[Verse 4: Kyle Richh]
Like, I can't fall, I'm not used to the love
Sipping Wocky, this shit got me weak
I'm-I'm felling faint and my body is leaning
Seeing demons, I thought I was dreaming
Grrah, like-like, how you love me? You don't know the meaning
She don't love me, she wanna be rich, like, I cannot stress on a bitch
Two-two deep, me and Sheik in they projects
I'm a rapper, but still in the field
I gotta stand on the shit that I started
If you with me you better be real
Smoke-smoke za', I can't feel
Like, .30 on me, I can't get killed

[Verse 5: Tata & Jenn Carter]
I'm off a .30, clutching on my .30
Too many thooties, don't know who to pick
Like, yeah, I'm sipping on sprite, but it's dirty
Youngest stepper, they don't want me to win
Shorty playing, I'm texting her friend
She can tell I'm the shit and she see that I'm lit
Like, everywhere I'ma go with a grip
Damn, I don't know when this shit gonna end