[Verse 1: Peezy]
The lil shit you do, boy you call that winning?
Gave your ho a [?] fuck, but I don't call it trickin
N***as wearing fake shit, like we don't know the difference
N***as tryna come around like we don't know they snitching
Let the foreign run, toss vallay the keys
You look rich on Instagram, but you ain't making cheese
Money falling out the ceiling, bitch it's raining cheese
Fell asleep getting some head, cause I was drinking lean
Do a doughnut in the Hellcat, then hit the gass
50 in this Luie bag, and I ain't hit the stash
Never learned how to flip, but I can flip a bag
Roli hanging out the window, making n***as mad
Yeah you was thе shit when you was in your prime
Till we hit thе club, and seat you in the line
Red bottoms on my feet, ain't have to stand in line
My n***a dealing with [?] did a dime

[Chorus: Peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don't get me started
Cause I flood this bitch ike Hurricane Harvy
Left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
We finna flood this bitch like Hurricane Harvy
Told the plug bring it, I don't want no [?]
And we gon flood the streets like Hurricane Harvy
Pointers in the bezzle, man that shit's enormous
Imma finna flood the band like Hurricane Harvy
[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
Blew the whole watch, n***a fuck a bezzle
Blew some bands on my bitch, cause she so special
Fuck your baby daddy, I'm on another level
[?] T with the monkey, Burrberry sweater
Burrgandy Hellcat, with the [?]
Fuck a n***a baby mama, cause I'm bagged up
Fuck a bich and her sister, that's a [?]
I blow all this shit, cause I'm fed up
Brand new Roli, with the car too
Red new Gucci T with the scarf too
N***a I love this shit to death, I gave my heart to it
I fuck your main bitch, and leave you scarred stupid

[Chorus: Peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don't get me started
Cause I flood this bitch ike Hurricane Harvy
Left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
We finna flood this bitch like Hurricane Harvy
Told the plug bring it, I don't want no [?]
And we gon flood the streets like Hurricane Harvy
Pointers in the bezzle, man that shit's enormous
Imma finna flood the band like Hurricane Harvy

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Finna flood this bitch
[?] thug and get rich
40 pointers in the wrist
We the only n***as with paper
[?] for my bitch
Ain't it crazy that chain got him hating
Your name on the statement
Like I ain't made the papers
My name got her fucking
[?] getting money
You n***as fronting
Keep that shit a hundred
I heard you doing shit for nothing
I do this for my brother
Fuck a dub [?]
And if a n***a playing, fuck the [?] for him
[Chorus: Peezy]
20 bands on me, boy don't get me started
Cause I flood this bitch ike Hurricane Harvy
Left the foreign running, told vallay to park it
We finna flood this bitch like Hurricane Harvy
Told the plug bring it, I don't want no [?]
And we gon flood the streets like Hurricane Harvy
Pointers in the bezzle, man that shit's enormous
Imma finna flood the band like Hurricane Harvy