[Intro]
Tote the unnh
Tote the TEC, tote the Glock
Tote the unnh
Bilbo

[Chorus]
Ayy, smokin' pressure, I smoke zaza, I smoke unnh (I smoke gas)
Ayy, tote the heckler, tote the Glock, tote the unnh
Tote that bitch that get you popped if you get crunk (I tote that bitch)
Got hit in his neck, the doctor had to tell his mom (Damn)
Remember sliding by myself, I couldn't trust nobody
'Cause when you're out here by yourself, n***a you can't love nobody (That's facts)
And one of thesе bitches that get you nailed, n***a you can't trust no thottiе (Unnh)
I'm in a Benz, but I'm doing like 200, feel like I'm in a Bugatti (Skrrt)

[Verse 1]
I'm with your bitch in a penthouse suite and she said that she wanna do Molly (Haha)
Told her I wanna do nada, and then the bitch tried to fight me (What?)
We ain't doing no typing, playing no keyboard, put a little n***a in a white tee Brrt-brrt (On gang bitch)
Caught an opp, called him Tarantino how he called the shot (Fah)
He fall and drop, your mans ain’t here right now (Ayy, pussy)
Pussy called the cops
I laugh a lot, when n***as talk that shit, yeah they get mad a lot
I brag a lot, 'cause bitch ass n***a I get cash a lot
So, whether they mad or not you gon' always see a bag with I (See a bag)
Bag your head if you talk stupid n***a bat your eye (Ayy, hah)
You know he come around them killers and get terrified
He very bitch-made, in fact he not verified (He not)
[Chorus]
Ayy, smokin' pressure, I smoke zaza, I smoke unnh
Ayy, tote the heckler, tote the Glock, tote the unnh
Tote that bitch that get you popped if you get crunk (Get crunk)
Got hit in his neck, the doctor had to tell his mom
Remember sliding by myself, I couldn't trust nobody
'Cause when you're out here by yourself, n***a you can't love nobody
And one of these bitches that get you nailed, n***a you can't trust no thottie
I'm in a Benz, but I'm doing like 200, feel like I'm in a Bugatti

[Verse 2]
Feel like I'm in a reality show how these n***as keep actin' like bitches (Unnh)
How I'm supposed to stick with the script when these n***as can't even get through the audition? (The fuck?)
Boy I'm like a vet in this shit at this point, all these n***as should need my permission (For real)
These n***as need life insurance fucking with me, 100 clip he ain't finna see 50
I feel like 50, I pull up with all these guns (Brrt)
Ain't no talking, hop out, make him walk it out like DJ Unk
It ain't no prank, them shooters poppin' out he thought he was on Punk'd
I thought that n***a was on dope the way he spoke, he must be drunk (Must be stupid)
The way I pop out with that scope, that boy bold if he get close
That boy dumb, if he get wild, if he get loud, then he get ghost (Smoke his ass)
If his homies in the crowd, we mow them down and then we smoke
AR with the bald heads, might call that bitch Amber Rose (Brrt)

[Outro]
Bilbo
Ayy, I might call that bitch, Amber Rose