[Verse 1: Bandanna$ain't, Slump6s]
On my double cup, I can't stop (Yeah)
Rascoe caught a opp (Yeah)
I'm tryna make his mama cry
Tell that boy, "Send that drop" (Yeah)
Draco's in the spot (Yeah)
Can't trust hoes, they plot (Let go)
Codeine in my soda, bitch, don't know when I'ma stop (Yeah)
And these broke boy, mad as fuck
He don't got guap, but I got alot (Yeah)
I ain't mean to fuck yo' thot (Yeah)
Took my pills, I got alot (Yeah)
And my twin just got the drop
Finna hit a opp with a red ass dot (Yeah)
Bandanna in love with the drank
Bitch I'm in Houston, sippin' on Wock' (Yeah)
Ain't really got say too much
N***a talk down, and his ass get shot (What?)
Huh, shit get hot, huh, huh, shit get hot (Hot as fuck)
You could catch me in the stu' or on that block (Yeah)
I was just on red today (Yeah), I'm sippin' snot (Yeah)
Pussy n***as actin' like somеthin' they not (Yeah, yeah, yеah)

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
Yeah, hey
I paid too much for these Chrome Hearts Timb boots, when I walk in, ain't takin' them off, fuck
I told my twin, "Make a play", if he throwin' the pack, then bitch I'm Randy Moss, let do it
Gang pour a four in the lemonade, hop on the flight then bitch, I'm noddin' off (Yeah)
Stealin' swag, but he doin' it wrong, put a bag in them Louie Vuitton
So many kids but bitch, I ain't a father, I'm just the n***a who influenced them all
So many racks in the damn money counter, and it's fallin' out my pockets, bitch I'm a boss
So many drugs comin' over the counter, I'm poppin' all them, 'til a young n***a gone
Too much lil' KD inside of the blunt, now a n***a Asian just like fucking Mulan
Bitch, I just went and took the roof off
25 hundred, made that shit back off of the rip (Woo)
Ballin' hard, y'all n***as JUCO
Body for body, everybody drop in this bitch
My lil' brother totin' on them 7.62's
Shoot at his Mike Amiri's, leave him bottomless fit
Had to cut that lil' ho', I was tired of the bitch
2020 SRT, I'm out of this shit (Boom, boom)
Bro just throwed the pass like QB, he throw it and I'm receiving like he dotted the shit
Everytime I pop out gotta flex on these n***as, remember n***as use to doubt on this shit
VS1 up on my diamonds and shit, shoulda bought my neck a fuckin' lake
Bitch you'll get catched and find out if you try me and shit
I can't sign no money, fuck a break
[Verse 3: OsamaSon]
Yeah, bih', you already know that we gon' post up (Bee, bee)
I got the drank, but don't post none
Bet these n***as know where I post up
Loose fit got a switch, get close up (Bee, bee, bee)
Pour up lean, bitch, drink mimosa
Hit that lil' ho', whip her, toast her
Bullets feel like you hit toaster
Blueberry Donut, bih' just rolled up
Rig up the 4's just know I pulled up
I got-, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, more stuff
I been countin' up dough since 4+
Love to flex, 'cause the bitches on us
I wake up, count up, have sex
And your dream bitch on my neck
C-Cut him with a MAC, or I cut him with a TEC
C-C-Coulda went back to the trap, I'm blessed
Freaky ass bitches on my legs
I got a plug that get the meth
Copped more wind up, perc's on deck
I was like, "Pull up, just give head, you ain't even gotta use yo' legs"
We gon' beat yo block, oh yeah
M-Made that lil' black truck go fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm on that lean, I'm gettin' fat
I pour way more than my dad
We got way too many mags
My team known for the toe tag
Me and slime go back for back
Too much hoes, this is not bad
That's me jumping out the back
Way too up, way too much straps