[Intro: YNW Melly & Foolie]
12 Hunna on the beat
Ayy, haha
(Shoutout Jackwood)
You know (Mafia) shoutout to my cousin
(Foolie) and my uncle, big magic ya know (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: YNW Melly & Foolie]
Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car (Skrrt), it’s a Maserati (Young n***a world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon’ catch a body (Body catchers, body catchers)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them dicks (Young n***a world)
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (Young n***a way)
And if a n***a try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Promise the bitch)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my n***a beat trial (Rich)
Bitch n***a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Check on my latitude, check on my latitude)
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (Bitch I'm not mad at you)

[Verse 1: Foolie & YNW Melly]
These n***as wan’ eat on my plate (Huh?)
Where was you when I was strugglin’ (Where was you?)
Where was you when I was husslin' (Where?)
I am not feelin’ these n***as (Uh, uh)
Feelin' like the mob, send a couple hits (Mob, mafia)
Coolin' with my dogs, just a couple crip (Couple Crips)
.223's and them big F&N’s (Rrah)
Me and Melly really runnin' to them bands
NP keep that MP, he gon' shoot that thing until it's empty
'Cause we run up a check in this white tee (Run it up)
We could scrabble up, if you don't like me (Scrabble up)
Think he takin' my chain that's unlikely (I don't think so)
Bullets strikin' that n***a like lightnin'
Watch me hop out the Tesla truck (Hop out, ayy)
Got the doors up brought my killas they slidin', lil' bitch (Foolie)
[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (Young n***a world)
Don't play with the clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body (Catch 'em a body bitch)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them dicks (Glock with 'em dicks)
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (I know you a snitch)
And if a n***a try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial
And I wish my n***a beat trial (For real, for real)
Bitch n***a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Latitude, latitude)
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you (Mad at you, mad at you)

[Verse 2: YNW Melly]
'Cause it's a R-O-B-B-E-R-Y (Robbery, bitch)
And we gon' pull up with whole lots of fire
Bitch they finally let a n***a out
Now these diamonds on my fuckin' couch (Oh-oh)
Got yo' bitch on my fuckin' couch
Balenciaga, lakers in the wait
Balenciaga loafers in her mouth (What?)
I make the bitch suck my toes (Suck my toes lil' bitch)
All of these bitches gon' suck on the dick when I fuck cause she gon' Melly pose (Lil' bitch, lil' bitch)
She wanna fuck the team, she wanna fuck the gang (Yeah)
All of this ice on my mothafuckin' neck like I'm Gucci Mane (Ya dig, yuh)

[Chorus: YNW Melly]
Pull up with a mothafuckin' foreign car, it's a Maserati (Maserati bitch)
Don't play with clique, don't play with blood, they gon' catch a body (Catch 'em a body bitch)
We ride through your house with a whole lot of stick with them Glocks with them dicks (Glock with 'em dicks)
He say that he on it I know he a bitch and that shit ain't legit (That shit ain't legit lil' bitch)
And if a n***a try to run up on me anywhere broad day, promise he gon' die (Bratt, bratt, bratt)
'Cause I got killers on speed dial (Watch)
And I wish my n***a beat trial (For real, lil' bitch)
Bitch n***a stop it I'm higher than you though, you better go check on my latitude (Latitude, latitude)
These n***as be talkin' like they really on it, you diss me but bitch I'm not mad at you