[Intro: Zotiyac]
The girl next door, y'know?
Uh
Ayy

[Verse 1: Zotiyac]
I just popped a pill to might fuck up my high
Mix lean with the molly, might fuck 'round and die
Got a white bitch but she know I like latinas, so when she see me she say "Cómo estás"
I just got a HP for the low, finna hop on a road and go get this shit off for the high
N***a don't buy no bag, you buy designers socks
If you ballin' then buy yo' bitch somethin', go shop
I just left 1000 a feature, if you need a feature, come shop
I ain't givin' no n***a a verse, it ain't come with a purse, and this shit better come with a Glock
Oh, I'm on a roof top like I'm [?]
I'm aimin' that stick like [?] outta pocket
Ain't no warnin', n***a, the [?], I got it
Threw that boy head like a, ooh, but I shot it

[Verse 2: Heist]
We feel likе Biggie, who shot ya'?
Got my hood up like Red Rowdiеs
Zip it up, boy, yeah, we keep it quite
Most of these n***as be lyin'
Got the heat on me, gotta keep it lowkey
'Cause n***as is tryin', try on me
Boy, n***as is dyin'
But it's all on you
Knock the grease off you
Man, n***as be fryin'
Better watch how you move
Broke n***as got nothin' to do
Stick on me, got somethin' to shoot
[Verse 3: Zotiyac]
'Cause broke n***as ain't got nothin' to lose
Get to blowin', put holes in yo' shit like a flute
She love dick, put my seed in that bitch like a fruit
Boy, I can't hold no liquor, I'm sippin' on juice
On a roll with some pints and a tech on me, too
Ayy, n***a, look at my clothes, I ain't robbin' nobody
How you got all them poles and ain't shot at nobody?
The Glock transform, I ain't poppin' no molly
It change up the body, it came with a ronnie
I wet yo' ass up, boy, I came with Dasani
We carve you and light yo' ass up like a pumpkin
Come through slammin', dunkin' like donuts
All my n***as keep magazines like [?]

[Verse 4: Heist]
N***as ain't clutchin' on nothin'
Big court, yeah, we scorin' on somethin'
N***as be lyin', they never been hundred
And bitches be lyin' about who they be fuckin'
Pay for the game, we gon' turn up the function
If I dig in my pocket, you know what I'm touchin'
Play in these streets, you know how we comin'
Shoot the AR and it go through his stomach

[Verse 5: Zotiyac & Heist]
N***as be campin' this bitch like we huntin'
Gang in this bitch and we came with them onions
Lovin' these bitches, we call you McLovin
Boy, I feel like Lil Wayne, Birdman, how I'm stuntin'
Only my n***as can't fuck with no others
Callin' his momma 'cause we put him under
Bitch, my heart cold like the Tundra
His momma cryin', he ain't make home to supper