[Intro: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
This n***a really got the phone ringing (Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)
Ayy, rob a n***a for it
Brodie get to tripping, rob a n***a for it (That shit there crazy)
Brodie get to tripping, rob a— (SCY shit, yeah)
Catch a n***a slipping, rob a n***a for it (SCY shit)
K3

[Verse 1: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
SCY shit, no DJ Khaled, we the best (Uh-huh)
Fuck that vest, these bullets that we throw go for your neck (Fah)
Won't never go out sad about no bitch, I'm chasing checks (Never)
That n***a move foul, we call a play, don't call no refs
I be all up in that bitch drawers, you in her chest (Dummy)
She telling me I'm blessed, I gave her dick, and she obsеssed (Ooh)
Bro, he got the firе, he be on go when we on set (Fah)
We steady pulling flights, but we dream of private jets, yeah (SCY Jimm, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SCY Jimm]
I don't owe a n***a shit, I just want deposits (Deposit)
K3 on go, stomp a n***a in some Foamposites (Foamposite)
I get that Hemi, C4 might just push the motor out (Ayy, skrrt)
Jay be clutching, Zay be gook, he don't know nobody (Ayy, nah, yeah, ayy)
If you ain't fucking with me, I'm gon' match your energy (Match your energy)
I fuck with Remy, but right now I'm drinking Hennessy (This that Henny)
.223's long, boy, them bitches look like centipedes (Long, bitch)
I let her taste the dick and she claim she should've been with me (Ooh)
[Verse 3: SCY K3]
I got a buddy, he buy fifty at a time (Pop out)
Strictly business, don't hit my phone if you ain't buying (Nope)
Buddy hitting a U, I bust a U, he wanted nine (Pff)
Bruh 'nem had to tell me leave it 'lone, don't waste my time
'Cause I'll stretch a bitch quick (Fah) and leave him flying (Fah)
I'm riding with this .45, big bruh, he had a nine (Swear)
Say you want to slide, but make excuses when it's time (Yeah)
We riding with them sticks and some drugs, won't tell no lies, bitch

[Verse 4: SCY Jimm]
I'm tryna run inside his shit, clean him out, I'm talking detox (Huh?)
That talking for the birds, I swear to God, you n***as peacock (I swear to God)
You would think we was the Migos how we rap, but got the streets locked (Street, yeah)
I'm smoking all this gas, it got me higher than a treetop (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Lil' baby get to bouncing on this dick, I'm talking seesaw (Bouncing on this dick)
Lil' brodie get to tripping, rob a n***a for a G-Shock (Get to tripping)
My birdie wanted fifty, fucked around and gave him three rocks (Gave him three rocks)
Say she want some Gucci, I just bought that ho some Reeboks (Gave her Ree's)

[Outro: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
N***as tripping 'round this bitch, I ride with big fire
Yeah, ooh, ayy, bought that ho some Reeboks (Ree's)
N***as tripping 'round this bitch, I ride with big fire
Ooh, ayy, robbing for a G-Shock (G's)
I put that bitch between your—, I
Ooh, ayy, we them n***as from the T's
Ayy, got your bitch, she on her knees
In this bitch chea with K3
This n***a Jimm got me in this bitch tripping, boy
I'm telling ya, boy, this shit crazy, boy (Yeah)
Yeah, fuck n***a, yeah, SCY shit, bitch (Damn, cut that bitch up, Milan)