[Intro]
Bigger than bigger
Got six fuckin' figures
Glock nine'll make 'em dance till they fuckin' sizzle
Bigger than bigger
Got six fuckin' figures (Bluey)
Glock nine'll make 'em dance (Sky) till they, dance till they-

[Chorus: Sicklee]
I get stressed but I love it
I might flex but I'm humble
Rollin' up with my youngest
Peakin' off of this money
Í been all in my bag, on my duffle
Please don't speak to me wack
We don't like to be subtle
Please don't reach in that bag
You get rust [?]
You ain't gеttin' no hustle
I get trash talk for that trash talk (for that trash talk)
Whatchu mad for
Got it made up in that glass housе
Face down, where the [?]
Still got change left from that paycheck (from that paycheck)
Ima face that
Get a bankroll from this rap shit
Cash out an' then I clap shit
[Verse 1: Zotiyac]
I get stressed and I hate it
But that's when I'm at my greatest
High, my eyes dilated
Like why you tryna violate it?
Victims all annihilated
[?]
Drivin' fast on highways and
Screamin' "Fuck in tarnation"
Post up with that punk
*****s lookin' like what the fuck in tarnation

[Verse 2: Sicklee]
'Bout ten minutes from my bitch' house
[?]
Lil' homie feel like dick dog
Never listened to 'em, never sat down
Yeah I cop that
Commie jacket with a sock cap
Tuck the sweater in when I rock that (Rock that)
Made a couple thou'
Didn't even say go, know that homie had to know to drop that

[Verse 3: Zotiyac]
'Bout ten minutes to your bitch' house
I pull up right after you get kicked out
Really love the shootin'
If you pull up trippin, it's a substitution, bring the switch out
Like brru brru (Pow, pow)
Get 'em blicked down
Like the bullet in 'em
Get 'em picked off
Smokin' dead opps like dark stops
Put it on you, turn it, put the spark out
[Bridge: Zotiyac]
Fuck bein' humble
Up the weapon, he a stumble
Fuck his weapon, he a crumble
Drop the blick, and he a fumble
Talkin' shit, but he a mumble, bitch
Tuckin' that blick, bullet stuffed in the clip, uh
You and yo' homies, you sufferin' wit
Walk in the club with this shit (Sky)
Like it's goin' up in this bitch

[Chorus: Sicklee]
I get stressed but I love it
I might flex but I'm humble
Rollin' up with my youngest
Peakin' off of this money
Í been all in my bag, on my duffle
Please don't speak to me wack
We don't like to be subtle
Please don't reach in that bag
You get [?]
You ain't gettin' no hustle
I get trash talk for that trash talk (for that trash talk)
Whatchu mad for
Got it made up in that glass house
Face down, where the [?]
Still got change left from that paycheck (from that paycheck)
Ima face that
Get a bankroll from this rap shit
Cash out an' then I clap shit
[Verse 4: Zotiyac]
Reach up in that bag and pull out what?
Get shot right in yo' shit (Haha)
Ay, this a 40 glock, but I just did 'em in like 50 cent
I go on camera but we postin' up
And this shit get intense
I'm 95 percent the shit
The other 5 percent the tint

[Outro]
(*****)
Ay, wait
Yuh, yuh (Make 'em dance till they-)
Yuh, yuh (Make 'em dance till they-)