[Intro: 5EB]
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, bee, bee, bee

[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Point 'em out, man, point 'em out
Got pointers in my mouth
Ten freaky hoes up in the house, I count racks on the couch
I'm gon' pull up in that scout, they blowin' my phone up now
Yeah, we got real racks, kick it, we got foreign bad bitches
I'll be back, n***a, rehab did it
Count up hella figures while I was still a kid, bitch
New SRT, I whip it, pour up too much, start trippin' (Whip it)
Smokin' way too much, I'm trippin', free closets, you must be kiddin'

[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
You ain't did what I did, pussy, I'm not finna listen
I put work in with that stick, huh, just give me a minute
Hold up, just give me a minute, come on, just give me a minute
Hold up, just give me a minute, come on, just give me a minutе
Yeah, yeah, I'm finna get tattеd up, feel like the menace
Spent some reefer unattended, bitch, pull up, eat it up, I’m wit' it
Yuh, told my mama I'm livin', yeah, beat it up then catch it, hold up
I count up then kick it, hold up, I count up then kick it

[Verse 2: 5EB]
[?] can't roll it
Had drip, but then I stole it
We still ride round in that stolen
Baby, everyone feining on me
Oh, you dark? You smell like coochie
Saint Laurent, I just got shit
Foreign car, runnin' packs, i'm sellin' narcs' (Go, go)
Lil' bitch, i'm money flippin'
Yeah, they see me, got me trippin'
I spilled my soda, that's why they listen
I need net, from that kitchen
Slide on me, it's for that diss
They know the fake, [?]
Before this rap shit I was jugging, I [?]
Posted up right now, shit
Yo-Yo-Your favorite hoe, I smashed it
This exact draws are fashion
I popped runway, why they cappin'?
New jugg with [?] we was [?]
And now I know my bro ain't gon' lack, I take the gang
New-New-New dogshit, like i'm Taylor
Slide [?], I cannot save her
My bitch, she pray like [?]
Forgot to do my interview, Fader
But I don't give no fuck
Line that boy, fuck a taper
And i'm just getting up, [?] in the skyscraper
Let's go
[Chorus: OsamaSon]
Point 'em out, man, point 'em out
Got pointers in my mouth
Ten freaky hoes up in the house, I count racks on the couch
I'm gon' pull up in that scout, they blowin' my phone up now
Yeah, we got real racks, kick it, we got foreign bad bitches
I'll be back, n***a, rehab did it
Count up hella figures while I was still a kid, bitch
New SRT, I whip it, pour up too much, start trippin' (Whip it)
Smokin' way too much, I'm trippin', free closets, you must be kiddin'