[Intro: Lil Bean]
Yeah, bag talk, yeah, fuck it, mask off
Stolen Trackhawk, we gon' tear the dash off
Brand-new Beno on, forgot to take the tag off
(Reece, take 'em to church)

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
Yeah, got a sloppy roll
We walked in fifty deep, we all got a pole
Bro ain't with that nosy shit, better watch your nose
Pull off in that wide-body, better watch your toes
N***a wanna join the band, this shit like rock and roll
N***a, I've been ballin' hard like it's Final Four
Ask about me in my hood, they tell you I'm the G.O.A.T.​​
I was supposed to been fall off, but that ain't what she wrote
Rhude sweatpants, should've slept in
Diamonds rhine' and rose and my pockеt FN
Bro just bought a chop, I call that investments
Baby want a spot, this might be your bеst chance
This your best chance, you might not see me again
I get in that mode, you might not see me for a minute
Lookin' at my n***as like Serena 'cause they tennis
I walk in the spot and it's real n***as in attendance

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Bag talk, yeah, fuck it, mask off
Stolen Trackhawk, we gon' tear the dash off
Brand-new Beno on, forgot to take the tag off, yeah
Heavy firearms 'cause I can't lack at all, yeah
Tell that bitch to back off
Let her backstage, she tryna get my pants off, yeah
Brodie sippin' syrup like he got a bad cough, yeah
Throw it in the air, she like when the cash fall, yeah
[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
Yeah, throw in the air and watch it sweep up
This an AP, not a Carti', n***a, keep up
Got the baddest of the baddest touchin' toes tryna please us
Steady sinnin', but I'm winnin', I need Jesus
Nothin' plain, hit the jeweler, tell him, "Freeze us"
N***as broke, why the fuck is n***as breathin'?
So many bags in the trap, you wouldn't believe it
Garbage bags, but ain't no trash, put the P's up
Hit my line with them Dracs, I need more K's
You know I rap and bitch, I trap, I get it both ways
These n***as play, we make 'em lay, can't do no playin'
If she ain't payin', she ain't stayin', that's on bro grave
Six figures out the trap, got 'em intimidated
Bouncin' out in stolen Tracks tryna eliminate 'em
I was a n***a in the back until I elevated
And one thing about lil' Jim, I ain't never hated (Jim, n***a)

[Chorus: Lil Bean]
Bag talk, yeah, fuck it, mask off
Stolen Trackhawk, we gon' tear the dash off
Brand-new Beno on, forgot to take the tag off, yeah
Heavy firearms 'cause I can't lack at all, yeah
Tell that bitch to back off
Let her backstage, she tryna get my pants off, yeah
Brodie sippin' syrup like he got a bad cough, yeah
Throw it in the air, she like when the cash fall, yeah