[Intro]
(Keep that, Paryo)
(We love you, Tecca)

[Chorus]
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' down get hot like Tamales
Whip is so big can't even park it
I don't even know where to go, Bitch I am not bringing you home
You is a lame get the fuck out my phone
He tryna do what I do you can't, Bitch I been laughing right to the bank
I put the 10 bands right in his face, I made a whole nother band today
All of my n***as they been getting [?] ain't talkin' bout [?] (Ya heard)
That n***a broke he ain't gettin' no money is really a shame

[Verse]
Bitch
My pockets been on fat like it's Xanman
What she gon' do for the racks, do a handstand
My choppa [?] on a n***a like [?]
That n***a hatin' he really a fan
He tellin' stories like Green Eggs and Ham
Shoutout Tecca my shooter gon' up at your mans
My pockets heavy bitch I got a [?]
I'm the king of No Auto I'm really the man
I'm getting bread bitch I'm really the man then
My shooters slide with a mask like a bandit
She eat me up like a motherfuckin' sandwich
My bitch she bad and she lookin' like JLO
Shoutout Soulja cause n***a I slide with a draco
We leave him red like tomato
She wanna be my lil' baby like Kato
We put that boy in the sky like a angel
[?] wet like a [?]
[?] look at me fight
[?]
1500 the gang
N***a we [?] to the hate
Bitch we gettin' the cake
You better stay in your place, cause if you want a problem I'm calling my-
[Chorus]
Shooters, no talkin'
You want it? Then bargain
I got some racks all on my noggin
You talkin' down get hot like Tamales
Whip is so big can't even park it
I don't even know where to go, Bitch I am not bringing you home
You is a lame get the fuck out my phone
He tryna do what I do you can't, Bitch I been laughing right to the bank
I put the 10 bands right in his face, I made a whole nother band today
All of my n***as they been getting [?] ain't talkin' bout [?] (Ya heard)
That n***a broke he ain't gettin' no money is really a shame