[Verse 1: DaBoii]
So this the game we playin'?
Fit the same, but all the loaves be different on a daily basis
Bro, it's something off about this n***a, I feel the radiation
I don't even think them n***as hate me, n***as hatin'-hatin'
And I just hit her from the back, I got her aching-aching
N***a, I don't want no four-for-four, I want the Baconator
Boy, you letting that shit make you, you supposed to make the paper
I'll never let that shit make me, I'm the paper maker

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Crest n***a out that North Pole where it get cold at
Catch a sucka out, them n***as act like they ain't on that
Been balling, bitch, I'm still balling, where your dough at?
Where them suckas hiding? Probably where them n***as broke at
Who got a eight? I'm on the way, I'm tryna pour that
N***as know it's on me, nah, I don't need to show that
We the youngest, litty in my city, n***as know that
Feed the opp fifty out this Glizzy, n***a hold that

[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Do yourself a favor, come and get yo' bitch with her lil' ho ass
Hand up on my face, look to the side like something don't add
Oh, you want the bands? Them bandy-bands? Then hit the road, Jack
So they can see my face, I'll do it bare, my n***a, no mask
[Verse 4: Slimmy B]
Riding with some shit that's limpin' n***as up, big as fuck
Hit 'em wit' that choppa, DOA, come pick that n***a up
Bitch asked me do this dick cost? Bitch, pretty much
So if you ain't got no dough, bitch, giddy-up
This ain't no fuckin' EDD, bitch, I'm really up
She gon' suck me 'til I skeet then eat them kiddies up
They can stay with Dracs, we'll come and tear your city up
You'll think I'm dissing Biggie Smalls the way I hit 'em up

[Verse 5: DaBoii]
You owe me? Better pay me, n***a, run that
My bitch keep tryna leave, I'm on the phone like, "Where my son at?"
He know the politics and still around 'em? I'm on bruh ass
These shells'll end a n***a's life for good he try to jump back
The suckas know what's happening when they see us, n***as run fast
Water on my neck when I'm out sliding, baby, Sunsplash
And bitch that was a bar, you wouldn't get that with your dumb ass
And everything them n***as tryna do, boy, we done done that

[Verse 6: Slimmy B]
My little cousin Demon, call that n***a Mr. Tear It Off
If the price right, fuck a flight, I'ma mail 'em off
Yeah, I heard it's suckas in the club, but I don't care at all
Trippin' on whoever, n***a, I ain't got no fear at all
[Verse 7: DaBoii]
I heard the opps up on the way, bitch, we ain't panickin'
Bring that lil' n***a head to me, I'll pay some bands for him
I can't tell the difference from a synonym and antonym
But I can tell you n***as hoes, y'all boys is dancing shit
And I'm in love with Perky-erks, but I do not advise it
See my opps, do what I gotta do, this shit ain't rocket science
Ain't gon' lie, that shit made me a man when I seen mama crying
Rollers tryna blerp, I got it covered, put my Glock inside her, bitch