[Chorus:Slim Bo$$]
Those hoes wanted to play outside, oh, made out lie
I Had to Make it Tie
Vad-Out-Lie
Now I Am a QuarterBack
All To, All My Sorer Sack, Killing in the Smack-Talk
All To, In The Mat Lock
I Lock You In The Door! In The Sorer You! I, Am a Fort You!
I'll, Fort You! I Will Fort You!
All The Sort You!
Me And Federal, And The Sederal

[Verse 1:Slim Bo$$]
Believe The Basement
All To All My Tastement
Badment, I Am Now Going Lit
I Am In The Sony Sick, 40 Ment, I Am Going Lit, I Am In The 40 Ment
And To The More Tent, I Am Know Any Can, I Am a 4 Any Mens
I Am a Fort Lit
I Am a Fort Ment, Sort-Sack
I Am a Fort Ment
Tell Of Your Fort Ment

I Am a 4 Ment, I Am a oh, I Am Run. Ride on Sonata!
I Fort Fontana, I Nik Sonata, I Am Coming! And In The Lunting

Like What The Hell?! What The Cell, All To All My Forting Fell
I Am a Stilling Fail, Ride on the milling mill
I Am a Mumm Mu-
I Am a Coming Boss, Ride on the moning mom
All To All My Mommin-Mom!

[Chorus:Slim Bo$$]
Those hoes wanted to play outside, oh, made out lie
I Had to Make it Tie
Vad-Out-Lie
Now I Am a QuarterBack
All To, All My Sorer Sack, Killing in the Smack-Talk
All To, In The Mat Lock
I Lock You In The Door! In The Sorer You! I, Am a Fort You!
I'll, Fort You! I Will Fort You!
All The Sort You!
Me And Federal, And The Sederal

[Verse 2:Moneybagg Yo]
Why you always actin' mad?
Always bringin' up my past
You in your feelings 'bout a ho that don't matter
Know that I'll give you my last
Your sister and cousin all in your business
Like girl quit fuckin' with Bagg
I seen him out of town with another bitch and she don't look shit like your ass
You gotta ignore the rumors
Can't let this shit sit on your mind-frame
You got to know when I say it I mean it
I ain't just playin' no mind games
You gotta understand I run the streets and shit
'Cause that's what I'm accustomed to
I fly you out, thousand dollar flights
First class, just to get close to you
Shit, like I wanna have fun with you
Do shit I never really done with you
You never think to spend time with me
You give these other hoes the attention
I pick you up to slide and vibe
And go wherever that the money gon' take us
Together we strong, you know them folks hate us
So whatever don't break us, it's just gon' make us

[Chorus:Slim Bo$$]
Those hoes wanted to play outside, oh, made out lie
I Had to Make it Tie
Vad-Out-Lie
Now I Am a QuarterBack
All To, All My Sorer Sack, Killing in the Smack-Talk
All To, In The Mat Lock
I Lock You In The Door! In The Sorer You! I, Am a Fort You!
I'll, Fort You! I Will Fort You!
All The Sort You!
Me And Federal, And The Sederal