[Intro]
([?], thank you)

[Chorus: Lul G]
N***as want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick (Ridin' with the stick)
GLOCK 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on him, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped (Nerd n***a)
In a Uber with a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation, I don't talk, bitch, you can cash on me (Dumb bitch)
Bag just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the feds, they on the other line, they been tappin'
Pussy n***a want the beef, guess what? You can have it (Nerd n***a)
Drew Banga on the beat so this motherfucker slappin' (Motherfucker slappin')
GLOCK 21, I'm a motherfuckin' savage
Moonwalkin' in these jugs, Kodak boppin' with this plastic (Lil' bitch)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Just had a convo with the mic, I ain't puttin' it down
And you the type to act a ass when it's pussy around
And I'm a stand up type n***a, can't push me around
I told security mind they business, ain't pattin' me down
And I was broke, it's hella jokes, come and laugh at me now
And this GLOCK like Shaquille how it's backin' him down
You ain't investing with them bands, you'll be back in a drought
Keep on callin' in for work and be back on the couch
Opps want smoke? Fuck it, let 'em have it all
N***a, you been lost up in that sauce but here's a map for y'all
That syrup gon' help me catch up on them Zs like the Dragon Ball
And I never wear a hat, I don't cap at all
Death threats, they make my tummy tickle
Pussy, you can't hide forever, we gon' come and get you
And I don't give a fuck if my cousin with you
'Cause on the love for the gang this shit unconditional
[Chorus: Lul G]
N***as want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick (Ridin' with the stick)
GLOCK 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on him, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped (Nerd n***a)
In a Uber with a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation, I don't talk, bitch, you can cash on me (Dumb bitch)
Bag just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the feds, they on the other line, they been tappin'

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Been like a month since I done slid through the sucker side (Through the sucker side)
But don't trip I'm on my way so, n***a, run and hide (N***a, run and hide)
And we gon' catch them n***as slippin', it just come with time (It just come with time)
It's RBE and OBM, n***a, ain't no other side
Oh, I think these n***as took my kindness for weakness
Fifty bands on my wrist, bitch, you broke, you ain't eatin' (Broke, you ain't eatin')
Slid with this chop and drop it off 'cause I ain't need it ('Cause I ain't need it)
Talk, ain't no reason, n***a, ain't no reasoning (Ain't no reasoning)
Ooh, I'ma be glad when these n***as ain't breathin' (Ain't breathin')
Slingin' with no mask on my face, you can see it (You can see it)
And when I upped this GLOCK on him he ain't believe it (Ain't believe it)
Oh, headshot so the doctor can't treat it
I ain't fuckin' with you n***as, that's on Tu and them
They say rich n***as don't do drills but I'ma do it still
N***as gettin' out of hand, I had to put him in his place
I'ma slide and slide again until they put me in my grave
[Chorus: Lul G]
N***as want me dead so I'm ridin' with the stick (Ridin' with the stick)
GLOCK 22 with a thirty in that bitch
Up this bitch on him, better pray I don't miss
Catch that bucket up in traffic, you gon' get that shit flipped (Nerd n***a)
In a Uber with a dub, got that bag on me
I don't like the conversation, I don't talk, bitch, you can cash on me (Dumb bitch)
Bag just like me, it can't fold, that's that fast money
Fuck the feds, they on the other line, they been tappin'
Pussy n***a want the beef, guess what? You can have it (Nerd n***a)
Drew Banga on the beat so this motherfucker slappin' (Motherfucker slappin')
GLOCK 21, I'm a motherfuckin' savage
Moonwalkin' in these jugs, Kodak boppin' with this plastic (Lil' bitch)