[Verse 1: Swerzie]
I'm puttin' that High Tech in Postobon soda
That bitch, she still ride to the woods falling over
You talk on my gang, you better know that shit over
Got Glocks, I got shit that gon' have you in comas
I'mma pull up with Dracos; machetes attached
I'mma COD sneak on that boy from the back
I got girls kill you, bitches try me, have my back
And these rappers hate on me while I be relaxed
I need the bag, I don't need fame
Hopped out the Tesla, hopped out the plane
FaceTime my mom so she know that I'm safe
Then I make me some money in less than three days
Your bitch got a Premium, I found out today
I'mma buy it then I'mma be on it today
I mean on it tonight, my CT she swerving
She said I want some Goyards I said get what you like
I'mma pull up with [?] '98 sedan
Need me a GTR Nissan from Japan
I still got the same hoes from when I began
I need my wrist to be two-tone from Patek
I need my teeth to shine and be VVS
Show in Orlando, these locals got PS
I've been outrapping y'all since I was [?]
They asked if I'm up next, they said bitch yes he is
[Verse 2: Devonte Ze]
I been flexin', they couldn't even call it
I made a band in a day, bitch I called it
All of these racks make your bitch wanna call it
And I'm hiding from n***as, still stuck in the closet
I fucked that bitch when I knew she gon' swallow it
Loyalty W, you know she gon' follow it
Shit stay on my waist so you know it got hollow tips
I need the cash and you know I need all of it
She wanna boo up, I just wanna smash
Speed in the rain, off the drank, I might crash
He say he got racks and I say "What's the catch?"
"You just gotta kick in the door in the back"
Need some new clothes, yeah might bring out the bands
Got a bad bitch, ass fat with a tan
Pull up to the spot, yeah I'm gone off a Xan
I move the pack, I'm the man with the plan
I told him take off, told him n***as go far
Shit in the back in the box with the jars
Hair real long, feel like a pop star
You know I'm Rotten, bitch I'm a Rot Star
My neck be shining, she think I'm the sun
Your bitch came with me cause she wanna have fun
That boy he a bitch, he keep flashing his gun
They keep hitting my line cause they know I'm the one
[Verse 3: ZOTiYAC]
Uh uh, finna whip up the Whitney
I got mine on me, nine on me like blicky
Keep it 180, I keep it 150
Shit cracking daily, you can't keep her with me
Ay, I got a Wesson, a Smithy
He double-breasted, that mean he got titties
This ain't no regular glizzy, this motherfucker a threat to the city
I wet up your mama then wet up your biddy
I'm taking a trip like I'm Morty, you Ricky
That 40, that 50, that bitch leave you dizzy
I drop a fuck n***a then dance like P. Diddy
That shawty gon' come from the side and she shitty
I pull up on no funny shit, I ain't shitty
Think it's a blickity, this ain't no blicky
You make one move and get touched like I'm frisky
Walk in, security ain't even frisk me
Fucking with me, boy that shit'll be risky
Now I'm gone off the Wockhardt, n***a
Throwing bullets at your boxcar, n***a
Think he hard when my top hard, n***a
I hold the chopper like a rockstar, n***a
Blue and red beams, like a cop car, n***a
I see an opp, shoot the Glock far, n***a