[Intro]
(Blat)
(You suck, You suck)
(Blat Blat Blat)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Took off in that cat
Poured a 3 of tris so fucking muddy taste like ‘Act
Anything I hop on this bitch say you know it’s a fact
Hop in the E36 with Wick, you know it’s Matte Black
G23 Clip hanging like a bat
She like whatsup up in my pocket, bitch that’s them racks
Glocky bitch go blat
I’m a skinny n***a but my pockets stay on fat
You n***as stay on lack
Gotta crush cream imma pour a 8 in that
Want me to hop on yo shit it's gon' be a pay on that
He said it’s his bitch but a n***a stay in that

[Verse 2: Apollo Gold]
Balmain Jeans, Im dressed in all black
One look at your girl you not getting her back
Pull to yo' crib and it look like Iraq
Blow out her back, and I'm dressed up in Raf
I'm getting this money you pussies is mad
Getting this cheese, Getting these racks
Kapital Demin and Kaptial Hat
Conquered the monster and conquered my past
Acing the test, Im winning thе match
She know who I am I don't gotta brag
Searching for love so I pull out thе map
She wanna fuck, take her straight to the back
All white fit, today ima match
In the backseat, I play with her ass
She gimme brain, Yeah she good at math
Smoking together, I turn to a wrap
Rip off my shirt and Unzip my pants
She fucking with me cause I be the man
All of this money laugh straight to the bank, yuh