[Intro: 03 Greedo]
03, ayy
Drummer Gang in this thang, make it bang
Choppa, I don't need no aim (Matt Brick$)
SOB x RBE in this bitch
Yhung T.O. and 03 in this shit
Ron Ron do that shit, Beat Boy taught me

[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Gucci penny loafers to my big blue faces
I'ma keep it packed like the Gucci suitcases
Crippin', but I stay away from chubby shoelaces
Hit his ass once, but he bled in two places
Rosé everything, got expensive taste, bitch
"How you clean your ice?" Bitch, I use toothpaste
That baby faced baby loc, baby sit in paper
Child support? Yeah, right, my BM gettin' payments

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O]
Young n***a got rich and I ain't looked back since
I got diamonds in my mouth, I got clips on clips
I got sauce, might drip, I got straps like T.I.P
I got shooters on call, them n***as shoot, don't miss
I got times I quit, but them times ain't shit
Sent your n***as on a skit, don't get respect for assist
I got times when I'm calmin', most times might trip
All these n***as wanna ride and ain't providin' a lift
[Verse 3: 03 Greedo]
Buy my bitch a purse, for my daughter and my shooter
It's $10,000 for a verse, you won't show if you a loser
Yeah maybe you is real, but a pussy introduce us
If I feel that you is real, I might just do it off the strength
A n***a, bossman, ice man, buzzin'
She creep up like a wolf, I make a howlin' sound, she bust it
Goddamn, we just friends, fuck it
That pussy got me hooked so I might make her be my woman

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O]
Got some n***as that'll slide if he dubbin' this bitch
Love'll get you killed, and you lovin' that bitch
If I had to make a choice, I'd make a n***a strip
I need money, every dollar, every chain in this bitch, n***a
Fuck fame, all my n***as gettin' paid
And these n***as don't want smoke, all these n***as gettin' saved
N***as talk crazy when they typin' on that page
I got demons in real life for n***as thinkin' that they brave

[Verse 5: 03 Greedo]
Any side of California, people know I'm very loyal
Strap game made me royal, rap game made me spoiled
She doin' my dreads butt-naked with Jamaican oils
I'm eatin' Jamaican food and bumpin' rouges early mornin'
Hella horny, I can't fuck a bitch if her lil' body bony
She say, "Boy, you sleepin', I'ma teach you" then she hopped up on it
Goddamn, she get it in, I'ma fuck everybody
I be out here shittin' on these n***as like a port-a-potty
[Verse 6: Yhung T.O.]
All these diamonds on my neck, I'm the main attraction
I'm that n***a, settin' plays like I'm Phil Jackson
Sendin' shots without no guns, that's a lil' backwards
Suckers sufferin' financially, n***as Twitter trappin'
And you will get your ass smoked with all that Twitter yappin'
I mean like way less talk and more interaction
Got some n***as I can't trust that I'm still attached with
Know some n***as who be actin' but they really actresses

[Verse 7: 03 Greedo]
Jordan down, project party, turn it to a private party
Had to spend the night with shawty, woke up eatin' calamari
Finna cop a white Ferrari, smash up on the cops, I'm sorry
Blow a bag and cop BVLGARI, iPhone X, forgot the charger
Genius, but I'm half-retarded, walkin' with the MAC and target
Bitch, I push a hard bargain, blowin' on Nintendo cartridge
Racks, my bitch on Dolly Parton, big titties
Knockin' at the door, she flodgin', end up on that milk carton, bitch n***a

[Verse 8: Yhung T.O]
All my n***as really demons, get to shootin' for no reason
Catch a sucka tryna slide and have him standin' where we leave him
And I'm goin' 'gainst the odds, but all my hundred dollars even
All my n***as with the beefin', all you n***as turn to bleedin'
I don't even want your bitch, still I take her for the weekend
I got money on my mind, I know exactly what you thinkin'
I know temptation, and bitch, you'd be a dumb bitch to tempt me
I got triggers on these semis, squeezin' 50 'til it's empty, bitch