[Verse 1: Yung Booty]
Hoppin in my Benz yeah that's foreign
You a lame if you not in the club
Bitch we rollin smokin good with my bros
Got an uzi in my lap, I let it blow
If you talking bad about my homies, then yo dome explodes
Took you out, throw you down, stomp yo face into the ground
You a bitch and a snitch if I see you, you get hit
Let this chopper hit yo guts you gon get fucked up
Damn that feel good girl, lick on my nuts (ha, ha)
Bands in my wallet, automatic in my pocket
If you tweak then I pull the stick your head is now a faucet
All this ice up on my wrist cost me forty-five racks
Fifty-five bullets to yo face I leave no scraps
Snakes on my jeans, double cup we sip lean
VVS up on my teeth, god damn I look clean

[Interlude: 44 Bird]
You dig?
We baked as fuck
I just domеd my fuckin cart
Wack, wack, wack

[Verse 2: 44 Bird, Yung Booty]
I pull up and fuck your bitch
I pull up and cut my wrist
Popstar Lil Bird, young and rich
Bird and Booty just cuff your bitch
420 (skrt, skrt) that's the time!
Fuck yo bitch, make hеr cry
I pull up with that nine (what?)
Fuck with me, you'll fuckin die
Uzi in my lap, yuh let it bang
Pull up with my main, posted with the gang
We insane on cocaine, yeah we poppin veins
Catch a stain new terrain, smoking propane
I think I destroy my brain (yeah), in the fast lane
Livin life I can't maintain
[Outro: 44 Bird]
I can't live no more
I can't feel my body
I can't feel my body
I popped two bottle