[Intro: GlitchMan]
(Lando made this track, so you know we 'bout to turn up)
(Bro geekin')
Man, come get this n***a around (For real)
(Ill Will made the beat bounce!)
(Mosey tweakin')
We 'sniffin lines and shit
I'm tryna rap and shit
(Yeah, geekin')
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy that probably Tago)

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a n***a, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck n***as hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
I just hit your bitch and she went dumb, n***a (Lil' bitch)
In my city, yeah, I hit lick for fun, n***a (Lick for fun, n***a)
In that spot, six deep, with six guns, n***a (Six guns, n***a)
And my n***as booted up, out the jugs, n***a (Out the jugs, n***a)
I got what you need, baby, you know what it do (What it do)
My n***a hold a beam, it be quick to shoot at you (Boom, boom!)
And I got all the lean, pour it up for me and you (Me and you)
And I got all the green, all my fits brand new
[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a n***a, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck n***as hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, I'm chasin' bands, they know I'm the man (Yeah)
Yeah, my fists are moving, I just popped a xan (I just popped a 'Xan)
We was six deep, tryna get a bag
We totin' big heat, we hop up out the van (Boom)
Got a couple bad bitches on me movin' (Movin’)
I be with someone else, bitch, I hate losin' (Losin’)
They see a n***a up, now that's why they choosin' (Choosin')
All your shit, fool, fuck you think you foolin', yeah
N***a, fuck you think you foolin'? (Foolin')
You ain't never hit a lick, was never movin' (Never movin')
If you ain't get no money, what you doing? (What you doin'?)
I be skipping states, I’ll be back soon, yeah (Back soon)

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Bro geekin', sniffin’ drugs I ended up
In the trap house, loaded up filled with cameras
Ain't no talk, can't play wit' us, ain't to spare, yeah
Send a message, on gang, we 'gon stamp, yeah
All we booted up, thinking that he 'smokin Chris Rock
We slide on a n***a, like some 'fuckin flip flops
All these fuck n***as hatin', cause they ain't gettin' guap
Ain't no rap shit, this choppa in the car gon' hear a "pop"