[Intro: LilCJ Kasino]
(And I got the Yayo)
No cap
Ayy

[Verse 1: LilCJ Kasino]
We hit the block and do magic with watches (Trap)
Tackin' them bitches, B watch how I traffic (Ooh, woof)
Turn a brick to a two, put it back in the plastic (Skrrt)
Try to reach for my jewel, put that bitch in a casket (Baow, baow)
Bought a house with a pool and then busted down a Patek (Pour Wock')
I put VVS stones on my cup, n***a, add it up
I keep pourin' up juice, I admit I'm an addict (Act up)
In the coupe with no roof gettin' top from a baddie (Skrrt)
We gon' pull up and shoot, we throw bullets like Madden (Brrt)
We outside with this shit, we ain't duckin' no static (We outside)
From the block, used to have to depend on the packs (Packs)
You have a young n***a one up like the addy (What?)
Grew up on thе crib, used to sleep on the pallet
Thеm folks used to tell me you sleep on your telly (Sleep)
My name in the street been established, since thirteen I used to keep me a ratchet (Grah)
Come through, I beef on the back and I knock off her lashes (Baow, baow)
Go pick up the P's and I drop off the package
Put a n***a six feet, bitch, we creep like assassins
Said it's smoke, we gon' turn that lil' n***a to ashes (Smoke, what?)
Ayy, ain't no corona, but everybody puttin' on a mask (Brrt)
Bitch, we got a lot of Wock' stocked in the cabinet (Wock')
Got a whole lotta shots in this Glock, you can have it (Shots out)
Versace, bitch, I paid a lot for this fashion (Versace)
Got Balmain, but I ain't coppin' in pairs (Jewelry)
I just keep coppin' these karats (Bling-blaow)
N***a, me and the money got married (Married)
A fuck n***a try, bitch, we sendin' shots 'til he buried (Grah, baow)
We outside with this shit, do it look like we worried? (We outside)
Keep a glick on my hip and the clip hold a Curry (Thirty)
Dropped a diss and that n***a went missin' like Perry (Perry)
Dope all the J's, check my wrist, it's some birdies (Get here)
Get a thot and that bitch gettin' kicked to the curb (Bitch)
Kick your door, n***a come to the six, try to serve (Bitch)
Mix the soda with Tris while I'm tryin' not to swerve (Uh)
My city somethin' like the purge
I'm chasin' guap, all that other bullshit for the bird (Ayy, guap)
And most of these rap n***as nerd (They lame)
These n***as ain't hide, I'm the one that put on for the third
[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Yeah, bossed up, young n***a walk up and shoot shit (Brrt), I get him hit on his birthday
Knockin' out fee just off shows on the weekend, but I got the 'bows comin' in on the Thursday (I do)
Bitch, twenty K was made in the first place (Bitch)
Scope in the top, we gon' do him the worst way (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
She got the drop on the opps, had to kick the bitch out, she ain't 'posed to be there in the first place (Ha)
He think he tough as hell, but he not hard (He not)
Know we come poppin', poppin' for some Wockhardt (Baow)
Only run from n***as in a cop car (I do)
I came a long way from grindin', I done got far (I did)
Tryna keep up with it, but it's too late
He steady tripping, better tie your shoelace (Six)
I got the gas goner, I'm a schoolmate
Chopstick always by me like a roommate (Brrt)
Yeah, I'm the one put on the four and the third
Play, I'ma give him the word (I am)
You see a MAC, red beam'll pull up on the curb
I just came back from a serve (I am)
We out in Texas and I don't even really eat breakfast, but I had to pop me some syrup (Face shot)
Shout-out my ex 'cause I'm the one gave them hoes credit, but they ain't even really deserve (Bitch), yeah, yeah