[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
'Llari stole my swag, I gotta get it back
He’s all on my track whoa
Yeah he’s all on my track
Pollari stole my swag, he’s all on my track
I might chase a bag get a foreign all black
Your bitch hit my phone just for a follow back
Why am I so sad? Got all of these racks
Smoking out the pack, shawty do not gag
I just popped a Xan, now I’m feeling like Mike
Mix it with the Perc got me feeling alright, whoa
'signer in my closet, yeah Fendi, Off-White, whoa
Pull up on your bitch and I fuck her all night, yea
Fuckin’ on your shawty real slow
Pass the double cup, that’s a four
I secure the bag and then I go, whoa
Off of these drugs movin’ slo-mo
Fuck everyone in this fuckin’ stu
Y’all just want a verse, Sketchers nothin’ new
Chicken noodle soup, bitch I’m off the goop
Skrr skrr skrr, in the coupe
All I wanna say, I just wanna get paid
Fuckin' on your bitch, I just fucked your main, whoa
I just fucked your main, whoa
Met her on a plane
[Verse 2: Pollari] Pollari is a bad friend ong
Whoa whoa whoa
Sketchy he a bitch, diamond on my wrist
I might fuck his wife, I might fuck his bitch, whoa
Then I go
How you feelin'?
I want it all, I gotta stack it to the ceiling
My bitch she super bad, yea, she worth a million
I give it to her good, she call me a healin’ (whoa)
Okay a healin' whoa
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean
She wanna join the team, yea, wanna join the team
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean, yea
Wanna join the team, she wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa
She wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa

[Verse 3: Angst]
I just fucked your bitch in the Philippines
Fuckin' with the gang, fuckin' with the team
.30 on my waist, pointing with the beam
Bitch I’m fucked up, I’m rolling off of fucking lean
Bust down to my ankles, bitch got me in shankles
Fuck lighting this candle, my mind got me so mangled
I ain’t even do this by myself boy I’m so thankful
I cannot protect all of my friends but I want to
I want you, baby girl I want you
I want you, baby girl I want you
I know I’m a foreign baby you know that I want to
Baby girl I want you
I cannot believe that I could see all of your lies
Talking to me like you knew me looking at my eyes
Don’t know where I’m going with my motherfucking lines
Tell me that you love me baby, tell me that I’m right
Yeah they tell me Angsty, you ain’t rockin' with no team
You ain’t got no bands, you ain’t got no fuckin' beams
You ain’t got no money, you ain’t sippin' on no lean
Pop another Perc, bitch I’m flying with my team
I’m living my best life (I’m living my best life)
I’m living my best life (I’m living my best life)
No, I don’t feel right (No, I don’t feel right)
But I’m living my best life, I’m living my best life
[Verse 4: EyeKeem]
I'ma hit your girl, I'ma hit your main, yea
Swervin’ in the ‘Rari, yea I’m swervin’ in the Range (yea)
Yea this ain’t no Atari, ain’t no games huh yea
I can’t hang with n***as 'cause they lame, yuh
Price tag, turnt up in the bag, bitch I’m shoppin’
Nightcap, pulled up in the Jag and she hop in
Like that, runnin’ up my bag, now they flockin’
Bands soft, keep the heavy metal so I’m rockin’

[Verse 5: Marcelo]
So I’m rockin’, so I’m rockin’
Run it up bitch, man you lookin’ like you joggin’
I just hit your bitch when I just need the noggin
Nine-to-five job, now you better clock in
Said she wanna love me, better put me in the coffin
That’s not how I’m rockin’, hit me and I’m blockin’
Now these bitches flockin’, chain force Keagan Hoffman
I just got a check, now I’m going shoppin’
Yea these diamonds need to bling, shawty like the way I sing
Treat me like a king, we do anything
Said she fuck with me 'cause I’m major
I ain’t got no time, I’ll see you later

[Verse 6: Hella Sketchy]
Everybody in this stu, they got a free feature
I’m so high and I’m gone off the tequila
So much fucking drip, feel like Hurricane Katrina
I fucked ‘Llari’s bitch, yer shoutout to Sabrina
[Verse 7: Angst]
Pulled up to the studio inside a fuckin’ Beamer
Shoutout to Sketchy, he paid me for this feature
Fuckin' on some thotties yea I might just be his daddy
Who the fuck you think did all this fuckin' Fendi

[Verse 8: EyeKeem]
Told her that I love her but she know that I was lyin'
I predict the future you would think that I was Mayan
Off the gas I’m flying, feeling like a pilot
I might start a riot, please don’t even try it

[Verse 9: Marcelo]
No I never switched, chains all on my fit
Radar off the grid, EyeKeem he smokin’ mid
Angst know he ain’t shit, he a lil bitch
He think that he rich but he just hit a lick