[Intro]
(DJ Swift)
(Kelz)

[Chorus: EDC Lowkey & Lil Baby]
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck (Wasn't luck)
I was down bad, I had to get it up (Get it up)
Crackers jump behind me, put it in the cuff (In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up (Weighing up)
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck (Wasn't luck)
I was down bad, I had to run it up (Run it up)
Twelve jump behind me, put it in the cuff (In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up (Weighing up)

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Dropped a fifty on a bezel, hold a Rollie up
Got a kilo on my neck, I done leveled up
FN in the tuck, I pull it up, they think I lucked up (Fah, fah)
Ridin' 'round Atlanta, droptop and some blue trucks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Whole lotta bags came through I ain't have to weigh 'em up
I just count the cash, dawg, I just want his cash, dawg
Twelve tryna arrest us because we got our cash up
FG's go faster (Faster)
Livin' in the fast lane (Faster)
Bitch with him, he got Burberry
Put him in a headlock
N***as behind me, we five deep
They all got dreadlocks
Gold teeth and chopsticks, ready to eat up
Them n***as thought I went broke, it was a mil' 'fore my re-up
[Chorus: EDC Lowkey & Lil Baby]
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck
I was down bad, I had to get it up
Crackers jump behind me, put it in the cuff
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck (Wasn't luck)
I was down bad, I had to run it up (Get it up)
Twelve jump behind me, put it in the cuff (In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up (Weighing up)

[Verse 2: EDC Lowkey]
I'm at the lawyer with Lil Baby, I'm in Louisiana
Fuck a application, pass me the arm and hammer
Twenty on my wrist, .40, keep it by my hip
No gymnastics, but I had to flip a brick
We don't gangbang, but EDC be the click
Red and blue flag, in the Blood, and in the Crip
I'm a Z-O-E, I'm a boy from IT
Heard they open doors, so, I had to buy a key
Fifty on my neck, splash, yeah, these diamonds wet
Caught a n***a eye, so I got and lit his chest
Pulled up in a foreign, hop out and you know I flex
Make every move my best, not checkers, this chess

[Chorus: EDC Lowkey & Lil Baby]
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck
I was down bad, I had to get it up
Crackers jump behind me, put it in the cuff
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up
Got it off the muscle, bitch, it wasn't luck (Wasn't luck)
I was down bad, I had to run it up (Get it up)
Twelve jump behind me, put it in the cuff (In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up (Weighing up)