[Intro]
[?] with another banger, run that shit
If you ain't fucking with Schoolboy, we ain't fucking with you lil' dirty bitch
Ooh, Schoolboy T [?]

[Verse: LIQ]
Yeah, Lamb' truck outside, yeah I had to park it
We see a opp, swear to God, we gone spark it
We gone roll up a opp, roll 'em up like some carpet
Like I'm finna go shoppin', just know you my target
Bullets gone sting like a hornet in Charlotte
All of this gas got me reeking like armpits
Boy you not on shit, you on that clout shit
You can pull up and get you and your mans hit
All [?], better hope you can dodge quick
I pour me some drink, finna sip it like Nesquik
I don't need a stylist, I pick out my own fits
She don't get what she want, now she throwing a damn fit
You totin' that gun, better hope you don't jam it
Don't diss on a n***a if you on that fan shit
(Haha, really can't diss on no n***a if you on that fan shit)
Bitch, hotbox thе car, got it lit like a sauna
Don't come around me if you bringing that drama
I hop in a forеign, I came from a Honda
Why you calling my phone if it's not bout a comma
My momma she happy, I got her in Prada
I'm smoking palm trees like I'm up in Bahamas
I mix up the drip, bitch I'm rocking Gabana
My choppa go ape and the clip a banana
You cannot be me, you just a persona
Walk in Dior and pick up what I wanna
My n***as lay low in your grass like iguana
Treat me like a king, she know I'm a don dada
She calling me daddy, bitch I'm not your father
I run up the racks, tryna get my bag larger
Cartier glasses, I look like a scholar
All of these clippers, I look like a barber
Treat you like a son, like I been had your mother
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
Oh, woah
All these n***as tryna follow the wave, can't creep, boy you gone get wiped out
If you see a opp, better get off, cause I ain't tryna be the n***a that clock out
Rocks in my watch like I slept on the cement
I pray that my n***as touch down, fuck the defense
I drive and repent, I pulled up in a demon
I ain't ridin' the bench, I'm like "Coach, gone put me in"
No Caller ID, she redder than Hi-C, I hope they don't try me, cause that's a free body
Took losses like "Why me?", put n***as on my back, that load was so heave I went bought a dolly
Top down in the night time, we dont stop at red lights or stop signs
Tryna help a n***a but I'm done trying
Went and bought a watch just one time
[?] deeper than a punchline
Miss you, he still ain't talking money, get declined
He ain't made it rapping yet, I told 'em "Keep trying"
Fuck it, go and get a sack like a D-line
Oh woah, I'm memorized by these diamonds, all these VVS's
You see me calling, dont leave me stressing
Before I buy some Jordans, I'll buy a weapon
I'm talking retro .223, that Smith & Wesson