[Intro]
DTB Beatshop
Yeah, ayy
Finnam, finnam
DTB is a fucking check
Ayy (Yeah, let's go)
Hehe (It's a check), mm, ayy

[Verse 1: Guapdad 4000]
She ask why the Rolls Royce swervin'
Fucked in the backseat and nutted on the curtains
Bitcoin Batman, I trade with the Persians
Prada runners bloody like I'm playin' with a virgin, huh
N***a, I'm not trippin' off no bitch
Talkin' to HBO 'bout shows I'm tryna pitch
I don't give a fuck 'bout your accomplishments, nerd
You SoundCloud's trash and your fits worse, ayy
Covered in designer, you a ball of corn
The only thing I fear is a crown of thorns
But I can't stop sinning, what I do to these women
They need to hang a n***a picture in the hall of porn
I don't got no feelings if you mad that the bands ain't peeling
Being broke make you sad, go change that feeling (Ayy)
I was trapping through a breakup, my heart was healing
I couldn't have an account, so I started stealing
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000 & Slimmy B]
Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she goin' crazy
Settin' all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking
I'm not sober so my
Mind's not in a good place
I'm doin' too much, I'm doin' too much
I'm doin' too much, I'm doin' too much (Woah)

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
Come and throw that ass, throw that booty
LV, my bitch slid for all this Louis
In the Prada store, I'm wearing Gucci
Got a hundred in the choppa, shoot a movie
Your best friend a rat and you a goofy
I'ma knock your bitch if she choosy
And I bet she eat this dick just like sushi
Hit it from the back, I make her wet, I make her juicy
If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag
All these blues in my pocket got these n***as mad
I be talking money, I be talking cash
I'm Mike Tyson with this Glock, I ain't throwing jabs
Hell no, we don't finesse, we finnam shit
Heard n***as say I changed when them bands hit
Stop tryna cuff that thot, let your mans hit
Young rich n***a and my ex can't stand it, bitch
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
Shout out to my old thing, I know she hate me
Shout out to my new thing, she goin' crazy
Settin' all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight, I'm not breaking
I'm not sober so my
Mind's not in a good place
I'm doin' too much, I'm doin' too much
I'm doin' too much, I'm doin' too much

[Bridge: Slimmy B]
If it's me and Guapdad then it's 'bout a bag

[Verse 3: Guapdad 4000]
Shout out to my old girl, I know she hate me
And my new one going crazy
Settin' all the trends people taking
I might crash tonight (Hey, I'm really rich)
They say I be doin' too much, yeah
I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular
I think I be doing too much, yeah
Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin, ayy
Baby, what's your pin? Ayy
Shout out to my old bitch, man, I bet she sick
Put the P in pneumonia, yeah, I'm silent but I hit
She would probably kill a bitch for this lil' dicky-dick
Yeah, she left me for that white boy, she on Lil Dicky dick
I was doin' too much, yeah
I'm not boring, sorry, I'm not regular
I think I be doin' too much, yeah
Off that 'gnac, this ain't gin
Hold on, baby, what's your pin?