[Intro: Quin NFN]
Hit a button, Morty, give me a beat (And [?] got the)
Oh, man, okay, alright, um (Kickin' that n***a, ah, ah)
Ayy

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Hood n***a came out the mud
I give you a feat' for a bowl, ayy, ayy
Spent 20K on some luggage
The other shit went to my clothes, ayy, ayy (RaeSam on the beats)
VV's on me, now I'm cold
Bro got out on parole, ayy, ayy
Lil' Jimmy got out, now it's on
I smell like a blunt and cologne, ayy, gang

[Verse 2: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
How you rob a n***a and he had a stick?
You ain't a shooter, n***a, you a bitch
These rappers pussy, man, they really a lick
When it's war time, we sent a hit to a bitch
Cooking dope with my eyes closed
Shoot big .40's at a pussy n***a
Fuck on that ho and then leave that bitch
While you paying rent for some pussy, n***a

[Verse 3: Quin NFN]
I ain't no killer, don't push me, n***a
They know I'm a fed and you n***as some rookie, n***a
And I know you pussy, n***a
Had to stay on my flow, got the dough like a cookie, n***a
My bitch look like Snooki, n***a
We T'd up anywhere, tell promoters to book me, n***a (Come on)
Don't play like a bully, n***a
'Cause I'm still in the 4 smokin' dope with a fully, n***a (Brra)
[Verse 4: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
Straight up out the trenches, don't know how to act
Out of Guatemala, Hollywood it's where it's at
If the plug frontin', I'ma run it back
In the trap breakin' down a hundred pack
Catch a flight, send it over night
If it land, ooh, thank Jesus Christ
I'm from where the gangsters only talkin' right
And if you talking wretched, you can lose your life

[Verse 5: Quin NFN]
Whole lotta time and a whole lotta patience
I pull up slangin' iron when he send his location
OG in my wood, got my eyes looking Asian
I'm still in the hood tryna slide and I made it
He claim he a boss, but that n***a a runner
I'm in the field kickin' shit like a punter
I stacked through the winter to fuck up the summer
Pull up with the pipe, get drained like a plumber

[Verse 6: Lil Bre Da Young Beast & Quin NFN]
Stacking blue faces, no Thotiana
I was in the hood, serving in a Honda
Got some young n***as that'll snatch your mama
Body in the woods, that's a cold summer
Cocaine white, blew out the brains
Talkin' Porsche [?], yeah, the bitch insane
Bust it down, fuck it, leave it plain
I've been drippin', n***a, we is not the same (Ayy)
[Verse 7: Quin NFN]
Stay in my spot, gotta get it and go
That bitch a dime, I'ma hit it and go
The chopper same size, it's a midget for sure
Treat the blunt like a Swisher, we split it and blow
And I can't trust a soul 'cause I know n***as switch
I'm good from the three, lil' bro sent me a pic'
She can't get a dollar, but I'm givin' dick
And they think I'm a plumber 'cause I'm with the shits, gang, hold on

[Bridge: Lil Bre Da Young Beast]
All in my bag, got me talkin' my shit
I'm calling the gang if he talkin' that shit
All in my bag, got me talkin' my shit
I'm calling the gang if he talkin' that shit, n***a

[Verse 8: Lil 2z]
I need them nachos, bitch, overload 'em
Pull out them titties, I might motorboat 'em
Chopper crank up like a Dodge Jimmy Mobile
Dodge on a ho, finna hit me a floater
And I stand on two like a scooter
Lil' baby a freak, she can eat the whole ruler
Got tired of winnies and noodles
And we stocked on gas, I don't need no fuel
[Verse 9: Rap Beezy]
Stocked on gas, I don't need no fuel
Beat a n***a ass, I don't need no tool
Why that n***a trippin'? I don't need no food
But the way that I'm drippin', I don't need no pool
I'ma Gucci my clothes and foreign my whip
Hop on a flight, get bored and I trip
Fuck on your ho, bust a nut, then I dip
My n***a just died, so R.I.P [?]

[Verse 10: Lil 2z]
Only fucking with freaks, every bitch that I got
I be putting my dick in the back of they throat
If I call you my dawg and we ever get caught for some shit
Then your ass better lie under oath
I'm still puttin' money on my n***as books
I'm writin' 'em letters, I'm writin' 'em notes
I don't give a fuck about Twitter or Insta'
I really get money, give a fuck about a post

[Verse 11: Rap Beezy]
No new n***as, like, "Who is he?"
Bitch, my top off, cool with me
When it's up, it stuck with [?]
We will be at your door like Uber Eats
And I stay with the rocket, I feel like Harden
And that bitch like Gina, I feel like Martin
You say you want smoke? I beg your pardon
I send you to God, you feel like you startin'

[Verse 12: Lil 2z]
Keep it a hundred like Benjamins
Light skin bitch look just like cinnamon
N***a too gay, too feminine
Gave a few racks to mama and told her don't mention it
I feel like a mobile and I feel like I'm Breezy
I can get you a verse, it can get you up easy
Make shit a little harder when shit was too easy
My bitch started trippin' if she ever leave me

[Verse 13: Rap Beezy]
Stay with the strap 'cause it ain't no lackin'
Took of my hat 'cause it ain't no cappin'
If that n***a pussy, then I'm not nappin'
Come with the racks 'cause I'm not rackin'
Come from the trap, we play with the bowls
Just like 2z, stay on your toes
Bitch, I'ma take your roof off
Make you feel like Rudolph
When I let the red dot come lay on your nose, n***a