[Intro: Luh Tyler & Baby Jungle]
Yeah, n***a
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit hard as hell)
(Xeno, you killin' it)
Fuck you mean? (Let's go)
Yeah, let's do it (Ski)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
Get up in that mode, get my groove in (Get my groove in, n***a, ayy)
N***a step up in the mall, I be done dropped a cool ten (A cool ten, n***a)
Tell 'em I can't rock the show if they don't let the crew in (The crew in, n***a)
With your bitch, I'm finna drop the top, man, we just cruisin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
N***a, what? Ayy, we done brought them blues in (Them blues in, n***a)
Tell them n***as get up off they ass, they out thеre snoozin' (What the fuck?)
N***a know we out hеre takin' dubs, it ain't no losin' (No losin')
N***as went to switchin' out, yeah, I cut off a few friends (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Baby Jungle]
All these hundreds, countin' money, I done got a paper cut (On gang)
N***as pull up, tell 'em pop out and get out to drop your nuts (Go and drop your nuts)
It ain't nothin' to pass the ball, you know my shooter real clutch (Naw, for real)
Lil' bro talkin' 'bout plain jane, I'm like, "Fuck it, go bust" (Go bustdown, n***a)
Let's do it, got my groove in (Huh)
Pull up in AMG Benz, don't need no new friends (Don't need no new friends)
N***as reportin' what I do, they let the news in (Pussy n***a)
You snooze, then you lose, I promise I ain't losin'
Up early gettin' them blues in
[Verse 3: Luh Tyler]
We up early gettin' cake off
Got your lil' bitch off that 'Migos, finna take off (Ugh, ugh)
N***a, I'ma spit that motion shit to you straight raw (Oh yeah)
All my n***as know we finna eat, go grab a plate, dog, yeah (That's for sure, n***a, yeah)
N***a, we got cake for everybody (For everybody, n***a)
Go tell them n***as book me, I'ma sell out every party (Sell out every party, n***a)
I told her I'm a playboy, but I ain't talkin' Carti (I ain't talkin' Carti, n***a)
This n***a say he havin' motion, boy, don't get me started, n***a (Don't get me started, n***a)
N***a say he havin' motion, everybody know you poor (Boy, you broke, n***a, ayy)
When we step up in the club, might drop them bands straight on the floor (It's on the floor, n***a)
Can't let her trick me out my pape', won't drop no bag up on no ho (Up on no ho, n***a)
Bro bend the corner, smash off in that coupe, he drive it like it's stole (Like it's stole, n***a)

[Verse 4: Baby Jungle]
In the trap, we break it down, ain't tryna do no wholesale (No wholesale)
Been a rat since you was a kid, back then, we call it tattletale (N***a ass a rat)
Oh, your trap movin' slow? Your shit worser than a snail (Huh?)
He think he can survive the switch, this n***a livin' fairytale
You know I'm locked in with the mob like I'm Lil Meech
You know I can't love on no thotty like I'm Chief Keef (I can't love on no ho)
He in that field playin' foul, don't need no referee (Huh?)
'Cause when I catch him, I'ma put that n***a six feet (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, all-white G Nikes, better have your feet right (Better have your feet right)
Tryna tax a n***a, take him down, he ain't move right (Pussy n***a)
Lil' bitch say I'm short, stand on my money, I'm a new height
Chopper go all through that wood in that house, this ain't Fortnite
[Outro: Baby Jungle & Luh Tyler]
Can't hide behind that wood, pussy n***a
Ayy
Fuck you mean, n***a?
Ski
That's raw as hell