[First Verse: Faith Marie]
Back in my Prada I'm back in my Loui
I'm shooting a movie y'all talking bout Gucci
Boy you looking goofy your girl looking spooky
Ya fit looking booky my tunes be so loony
Ya life is too gloomy this booth is to roomy
I'm doing my duty ya dinners a sushi
I cook with my dogs I'm calling 'em snoopy
Ya girl getting moody you slide like it's Toosie
Man I'm selling tickets I'm tryna get Digits
I'm laughing like whippets boy you hearing crickets
I just found some triplets let all of em visit
Like Gerald no limit boy don't get it twisted
If your name ain't listed then you ain't get gifted
My fit it be fitted my new whip get drifted
Boy your girl be livid cause you be to timid
It all wasn't scripted I bring her back winded

[Second Verse: Collin Roach]
I'm back in my Berkin I'm back in my Fendi
You acting big body just like you a hemi
I still want a Oscar I still want an Emmy
You toting a semi but you don't got any
Boy y'all just a joke man y'all just a dream
This boy had a dream to be big like Kareem
Now I'm at a loo out and imma send her the addy
Up on my wrist ain't no patty y'all boys be acting to catty
Only want baddies they all just be hating they daddy's
I do don't know where to send her she be the center
Tug on them strings like it's fender I am not sold like a vendor
Still on bender public defender lawsuit to start off the winter
Boutta get inked like a printer stuck splinter
[Third Verse: Donny Drippin']
You know its Drippin' you don't want no beef with me
They say I can't what I do it so easily
When it comes to rapping I do it so eagerly
No we not the same its not what it seem to be
If its for my people I'm splitting it evenly
If its for my people I'm splitting it equally
You moving real rocky you acting so evilly
You move like a snake you moving so sneakily
I can't trust nobody so I'm moving secretly
You stole from your brother you moving so greedily
I ride for my brothers I do it unspeakably
Shout out lil boy I don't need y'all to preach for me
Run up a bad and I did it so recently
I'm making money I'm doing it legally
Get back in the trap and do it illegally
Don't stop when I'm good gotta make sure my people eat

[Fourth Verse: Brenden Gillespie]
I'm in my bag I'm in my zone y'all gotta see what I got going on
They call me the chef y'all better look y'all gone be spitting the shit that I cook
I run like a dog take me of the leash once I got the mic I'm hitting the beat
Everybody watch out white boys got the floor
I'm coming out girls asking for more
Stop the cap hand me the water I'm swimming in Gucci and drowning in Prada
I'm flying first class Balenciaga