[Intro: DD Osama & Rihanna]
(Adri on the beat, n***a)
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side (Every opp shot, grrah)
As your shadow crosses mine (Suck my dick)
Suck my dick
What it takes to come alive (Grrah, like)
OY, like, or no Y

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Baow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' bitch in my city (Word)
You not a barbie, it's givin' dirty
I fuck her up (Suck my dick), then I get sturdy
Grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this perky

[Verse 2: DD Osama]
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah-grrah)
Don't forget that I'm still droppin' DOA (DOA-K)
Catch a Flocka, on me, he's not safe
And these n***as keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma spin through the Sev, I'ma catch mе a homi'
Call Dudeylo, like, yo, "What's the word?" (What's thе word?)
He got the drop, let's spin through the Third (SevSideK)
Catch me a nine, I'ma blow that, see a lil' shh
He gon' die by a poke, grrah
40s n 9s, yeah, that shit hit a mill' (On bro)
Don't forget about Dead Opps (Grrah)
N***a Dougie, he ran, caught a leg-shot (Leg-shot)
Spin through The Bronx, tryna make a new dead opp, like (Grrah-grrah)
Still tappin' my neck 'cause that fat n***a dead (JB)
And Rah got put right to bed (Rah Rah)
Two dead n***as but one from the Sev
[Verse 3: Ice Spice & DD Osama]
These bitches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a bitch like it's fun (Like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next, like, "Ice Spice, you really the one" (I'm next)
Okay, she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' n***as to get hot, like (Like, what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah-grrah)
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not, like (Suck my dick)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a bitch, then come see what this bitch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my n***a then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart, like, you better not lose it (Suck my dick, facts)
Fuck on ya bro, like, this shit is amusin' (OY, or no Y, word, grrah)

[Verse 4: DD Osama]
JayRipK saw the car, yeah, he should've fled
Grrah, grrah
Now I'm back on my bullshit (On grrah)
Catch a opp, I empty out the full clip
N***as be chattin' but don't ever do shit, like
R-Roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
N***a, Nazzy, yeah, he shootin' (Nazzy)
Mixin' the Rippy with JB
Why the fuck these n***as got me lazy? (Grrah)
TG chattin', got him scared, what we do (On bro)
Stop talkin' on Notti, you fool
5th to the Sev, y'all shit look cool
Hope I see them when I bend through (Grrah)
Yellin', "Notti Gang" when I'm in the booth (Grrah)
Catch a Six, swept 'em with a broom, like (On bro, like), grrah
[Verse 5: Ice Spice]
Sayin' you love me, then show that
Old friends, they watchin', they sendin' me throwbacks
Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back
I got feelings, but I never show 'em
I don't talk about it, I just smoke 'em
Goin' through shit, I don't think, I just go numb
Soon as I hop in the booth, I'ma go numb, grrah

[Verse 6: DD Osama]
Catch a Six, swept 'em with a broom, bitch
All these n***as, they mad 'cause I'm up ('Cause I'm up)
Like, fuck it, it's up and it's stuck
Youssef a bitch, he got shot in the back
Keep talkin' on Notti, I'ma send ya ass up (On bro)
Totin' the 30, why the fuck would I lack? (Why would I lack?)
Mr. Leave-A-N***a-On-His-Back
Thr-Throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene
Lil' Ddot gon' turn on his beam (Grrah)

[Outro: Ice Spice]
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother (Grrah)
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother