[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Girl, your n***a don't wanna [?] he know I'm clutching on [?]
She know I'm really that n***a, she know I'm really official
We riding [?]
Money all on my mental
Plus all the shit that I been through
If I shoot, I won't miss you
I'm sippin right now, so a n***a might nod
You making songs with n***as, you know they [?]
Bitch I'm real [?] I can never switch sides
N***as speaking on my cousin, it's a murder when I find him
I'm [?] what these n***as wanna be, baby
His whole style, he got that shit from me, baby
Tinted windshield, I can bairley see, baby
I ain't hide from no n***a, girl, you know the streets made me
And I'm still in these streets, but these B's paid
And I sleep with the heat on a [?] day
[?] baby
Too elite, these geeks don't got a clue, baby

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Let me show you what that paper worker do
I could invest in your business, buy that birkin too
These n***as fucking with them snitches, we gon murk 'em too
And these seats do massage, do get comfortable
We who these n***as ain't fucking with
Lil n***a, get your money first, that's a butter bitch
I seen plenty n***as slip, on the road to get rich
And if you run into a sucker, then you posed to trick
[Verse 2: Lil Sheik]
Posed to trick, you run into a sucker
Run it up, cause they ain't gon love you if you ain't having money
You supposed to be here when I need you, but you steady running
Bet he can't hold a hundred
Told the plug to front me ten bags, if he really trust me
That's what he did, he gave me twenty, and I flipped it
I'm a wizard, [?] ride around with snitches
How you got a chain but you ain't gang?
I promis all you n***as lame
I set the city on fire, speaking on [?] name
[?] I do the same
I just copped the rolie with the Range
What we in today? The jag or the Benz?
[?] with a beam, I hit my target up the street
Then keep my distance [?] shoot the market up this week
[?]
They shot my brother, so he sliding every week
[?]
Load the dracs and [?] serious
[?] be outside when I'm tryna creep

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Let me show you what that paper worker do
I could invest in your business, buy that birkin too
These n***as fucking with them snitches, we gon murk 'em too
And these seats do massage, do get comfortable
We who these n***as ain't fucking with
Lil n***a, get your money first, that's a butter bitch
I seen plenty n***as slip, on the road to get rich
And if you run into a sucker, then you posed to trick