[Intro: Yeat]
(Yeah, I was in the Cayenne, and took the insides out)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo)
(Sky is my hero) (Aagh)

[Verse: Yeat]
Turn it up (Yeah, ah)
Treat my bands like a song, bitch, I turn it up (Turn up)
I been moving chicken, moving bowls
No, no, no, you look like a broke, yeah, you not involved with us (Ah)
You can't ball with us, (Ball), ball with us (Yeah, ball with us)
You can't ball with us, (You can't ball), Draco, no triggers (Ball)
Yeah, twizzy down the road, always spinnin' (Phew, phew)
Know that shit fosho', mob business
I really, been on the X, yeah, I been booted up (Go)
Every day they ask if it's the X or the Tesla, yeah, I can't get enough (Can't get enough)
I mix the percs with the X, yeah they ain't feelin' like us (Yeah, really)
I bust a nut on her chest, but she usually be drinking it up (Yeah)
I took the Z65 out the way (Skrrt)
I ain't even flew this bitch, she flew herself from outta state (Yeah)
They wanna rock with us, steal from us, cop our swag cause they know we the wave (Foreally)
I got a whole lotta racks on me, yeah, and a blick, cause they know I'm paid (Aah)

[Verse: Vyne]
(Paid)
(Paid, go, go)
Racks on me, she not gon' ball (Gon' ball)
If these n***as be tripping, you know they gone fold (Know they gone fold)
35 side, baby, you know I can't stall, go (Go)
Once it get famous, a lil' bit of racks and these n***as, they talk to the kid
I'm running around with a ARP, 7.62 headed straight to your chin
You know I live life to the fullest, I got a lil' Dior bitch, yeah, she gon' sin
If you got a strap and a pole, then you better shoot or our side is gon' win
(You wanna stall with us, ha, ha, ha)
(This why you can't ball wit' us)
(Ha, ha)