[Hook: Quavo]
Young n***a hit the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a hit the spot
Young n***a hit the trap
Young n***a scrape the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a flex your knot
Young n***a pull out your Glock

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young n***a flexin
I was in DC, I had to squabble for my necklace
You win some, you lose some, like Friday
But every Friday is a payday
Mayday, don’t let you think this n***a Debo
I can get ‘em for the kilo
Call up Skippa Da Flippa
Abrakadabra, dismiss you
Lil Durk pull up in the vert
Pop the trunk and it’s white like some tissue

[Hook: Quavo]
Young n***a hit the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a hit the spot
Young n***a hit the trap
Young n***a scrape the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a flex your knot
Young n***a pull out your Glock
[Verse 2: Skippa Da Flippa]
So many pints like a Houston Texan
Pull out my cash ‘cause I love to flex it
Cappin’ in Washington like I’m a Redskin
30’s and 40’s, I keep Smith & Wesson’s
Nickel and diming when I trap the block
Got 22 in my shooter, work in my crotch
So many hundreds, the counting don’t stop
When I made it like [?] god in the pot
Made a milly in my Jeep
Hollows in your head, they play hide and seek
Crip out of water, you think Dawson’s Creek
50 cal make you run like a trainee
This for the trappers that’s true to the streets
You are what you eat so the beef is on me
You catch the whole loaf n***a if you try me
Just calm down and just leave the flipping to me

[Hook: Quavo]
Young n***a hit the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a hit the spot
Young n***a hit the trap
Young n***a scrape the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a flex your knot
Young n***a pull out your Glock
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
3 4 guns came back to back
Semi-automatic, ave attack
I want the K out the alphabet
You ain’t ever seen shooters in a soccer van?
Talking late night I was on that block
N***as hatin’ on me, I tote that Glock
Ain’t tryna be like anyone
I know a lot of n***as like Travis $cott
Straight up
You ain’t no killer, straight up
You is a bitch, straight up
N***as always lying
It’s the guys, ain’t ever straight up
Late night time, wait up
Fifty guys, I’ma weigh it up
Lil n***a get your weight up
Know the whole city hate us
But we gang

[Hook: Quavo]
Young n***a hit the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a hit the spot
Young n***a hit the trap
Young n***a scrape the pot
Young n***a hit the block
Young n***a flex your knot
Young n***a pull out your Glock