[Intro: Kyle Richh]
Grah
4100, it's 41 guns out
Bitch, KR
Oh
Like, damn

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)
Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)
I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)
Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)
In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)
Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)
I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)
Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh & Jenn Carter]
Bitch, came with thirty, I left with еleven
On his body, don't let him gеt lost
Like, we made a movie on— (Damn)
What the fuck? (Doumbouya)
How you alive? (How you alive?)
Stop the dissin', get out the kitchen
Like, when is you comin' outside? (Bitch)
Two-two deep when I'm on they side (I'm on they side)
Brodie 'oot like a Piston (Damn)
K-Kartii laughin', we already blitzed him (Kartii)
I could never do bad on a mission (Bitch)
Walk-walk down
Walk him down just to better the distance (Grrah, grrah)
Like, he can't run, it ain't nowhere to run
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter, Dee Billz & Tata]
I keep fuckin' my vision, this shit got me trippin' (It's Carter, dickhead)
Bitch, 'Migos, I'm sippin' (What?)
'Lato stay on that timin', I call him, he clickin'
And she love how I'm drippin' (Grrah)
And the .40 like soccer the way that it's kickin'
Like, what? Who really on that? (Grrah, what?)
Brodie got put on the floor like a doormat
N***as talkin', but where you performed at? (Grrah)
And if he got no motion, I cannot support that, bitch (Bitch)
Like, that's the sound of the chop (Grrah)
Jah Woo, he came with a knock (Like, what?)
And if Dee in the spot, that's a billion shots, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Up first, no hesitation
Dot on his noggin, we makin' him famous (Grrah, grrah)
Like, she a baddie, she lovin' my fragrance
She a, she a thottie, throw it in rotation (Forty-one shots to the head, bitch)

[Verse 3: Tata & Kyle Richh]
Grrah, someone tell me why he sound like a bitch more than Jenny?
Since they dissin', it's 'bout to get heavy
I might be on Chester, posted with the Jetty (Damn)
Like, I might slide with thirty in the clip
And when I leave, I bet this shit be empty
They wanna talk money, n***a, I got plenty
This .40 gon' bark, it's soundin' like confetti (Boom, boom, boom)
Like, if I hop out this car, I might spark 'em (Oh)
Stomach shot, I might parallel park 'em (Oh)
Thirteen in this rocket, Harden (Oh)
Put the dot on his head, I ain't missin' my target (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Huh, and when I'm off the 'erky, I tell her, "Don't fuck up my vibe" (Oh)
And they mans keep dyin'
They don't go and pick up a gun, they just go to the stu' and they cry, bitch (Like, damn)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
In the party, I'm not havin' fun (Oh)
Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)
I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)
Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)

[Verse 4: Dee Billz, Kyle Richh & Tata]
In the booth and it's Wock' in my cup, like (Wocky)
Got two thots, I don't know who to rump (I don't know who to rump)
Thot-thot bitch, shake it for some Runtz (She gon' shake it)
Dissin' on my—, she feelin' the gun (Grrah)
Like, grrah, my shit don't got no safety
Bro rock 'em to sleep like a baby (Rock 'em to sleep)
All of my opps be dyin' (They dyin')
Shit crazy, I laugh on a daily (What the fuck?)
In the, in the spot, see a baddie with motion
I'm tryna dive in that ocean
Keepin' it P, I don't got no emotion
Want no baby, I hit with a Trojan (Trojan)
In the party, sippin' Casamigos (Casa', casa')
Might switch it and pour up the Henny (Pour up the Henny)
Th-thooties askin', "Where is Jenny?" (Where is Jenn?)
Told 'em, "She gon' be here in like twenty-two" (Twenty-two minutes)
Two thots and they both twins (Two thots)
Like, I'm tryna go for the win (Go for the dub)
Strike her down like a pin (Strike her down)
Liquor drippin' down her chin (She a thot)
We in the party with the Barbies
I'm with the steppers, the fuck is a Ken?
Like, fuck it, might kick it to– (I might kick it to Jenn)
Like, fuck, I want her and her friend (Like, damn, bitch)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
In the party, I'm not having fun (Oh)
Like, thinkin' 'bout using my gun (Oh)
I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)
Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (Like, what?)
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)
In the party, I'm not having fun (Oh)
Like, thinkin' 'bout usin' my gun (Oh)
I'm tryna spot me a– (Oh)
Like, I'm tryna make me a blunt (What?)
You gon' tell 'em the truth?
Like, they got beat and went straight to the stu' (Stu', oh)
Stomp-stomp, that shit was cute
Why do they cap 'bout the shit that they do? (Like, damn)