[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
Just tell me that it's up and it's gon' stay then
You can book for half off, I get the K in
Bad bitches, Instagram models, put my face in
Just made forty-five hundred before the day end

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
If I don't know you, I'ma just dap your ass up, I don't shake hands
Just bought a new Drac', I'm finna slide to break the K in
I got dog shit on me, feel like Mark Henry, finna weigh in
My 19X got a switch on it, I call it breakdance

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
My opps ain't never outside, I made 'em stay in
Don't book me at your show if my brother can't get the K in
I'm in Denver, but I'm 'bout to go to Florida in the AM
Load the switch, like a snagglеtoothed n***a, this bitch sprayin'

[Verse 4: Jugg Harden]
Cuh, it's somethin' 'bout them hundrеds and them fifties make me feel alive
Went to Ocean Drive for some new faces, better vibes
Used to have the hoes back then, but they look better now
She gon' go and fuck with a lame, they treat you better, huh?
I can spend seventeen hundred up on a sweater now
Yeah, the bad bitches turn six when you got cheddar, huh?
Feel like Ri was the one for me, but I let her down
Since I stopped chasin' pussy, I'm doin' better now
[Verse 5: Babyfxce E]
SinceI don't really wanna do a song with you, I need eleven thousand
Find where the opps stay and buy a crib down eleven houses
I'm really makin' pape' off this shit, so I ain't never stoppin'
If I ain't got my gun, Gramz got his, so you would never pop
I fell in love with rap, 'cause I ain't gon' cap, I ain't like to do this shit
I use my head, lil' n***a, you can't influence shit
N***a say he had some fuckin' gas, that shit was ludicrous
N***a tried to skrrt off in a 'Cat and the K chewed his shit

[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Every time I step in the booth, bitch, I lose my shit
Your bitch like a fuckin' nail gun, she let me screw her shit
You ain't gettin' likes on Instagram, you need to boost your shit
You got into a whole shootout and you ain't shoot your shit
Like a PlayStation game, you better bring your stick
Bro yellin' out, "Who want smoke?" like he Nardo Wick
I'm with a bunch of money getters, you better hide your bitch
Shootin' a thousand in the hood, playin' four-five-six