[Intro: Jay Critch]
(Kilo made this)
(JD On Tha Track)
Hey
Ayy

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lot of n***as act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
N***as ain't real, shit shows, I gotta get to the top, call it reaching my goals
No, I can't work no pole, fuck around, that shit'll take a n***a out his glo'
Rolling up the opps, free bro, n***as can say what they want, they already know
Y'all better stick to the code, bodies dropping, like eleven n***as in a row
I keep it on me, don't pass that
Run up on me, you gon' leave with a hashtag
Boy, you a lame, where your bag at?
I had your bitch, I was makin' her gag-gag
And I know what they mad at
Caught a opp by his doley, his melon splazzat
I keep having these flashbacks
Kind of filled up with pain, everything I see matte black
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lot of n***as act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm moving funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun (Graow, baow)
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt

[Verse 2: Jay Critch]
Hood Fav, no, this ain't what you want (Hey)
Let the flame off, turn 'em to Runtz (Baow, baow)
N***as hate to see you up in the front
Drive the foreign with the trunk in the front
Young n***as gotta get it and we gotta put on for the city, though (On for the city, though)
Where I'm from, they move dirty with it, catch a body, they got it on video (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't got no love for these dirty bitches, I don't even want them in my videos (Them in my videos)
Pouring drank in the morning like cereal (Like cereal)
I can't fuck with these n***as, they flip-flop (They flip-flop)
This is real n***a music, not hip-hop (Not hip-hop)
Diamonds dancing like they making TikToks (They making TikToks)
From the bottom, went up to the tip-top (Up to the tip-top)
Don't pull up on me wrong, get your shit popped (Graow, baow)
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
Shooter tryna up that pole, he said it's smoke, but that boy don't want it with them
Lot of n***as act like hoes and that's the reason I can't get money with them (Hey)
Soon as I started to run it up, all of my bitches say I'm movin' funny with them
She give me head like a dummy or something
She left her friend, but she wanted to come
Thirty clip on me, I wanted the drum
Drive the foreign like I'm wanted or something
See the boys and hit the gas in the whip, heater on me like I'm under the sun
Ayy, brodie scoring like he play for the Suns
When we catch him, we put him in the blunt
Action movie, I just came in to stunt (Hey)