[Intro]
(Meech)

[Verse 1: Beno]
Uh, smack 'em into Kansas City, fuck Patrick Mahomes
Countin' up a fifty, yeah, gotta hide from my ho, uh
I fuck on her sister, act like that's my lil' bro
He said can I front 'em? Yeah, but it's really no, uh
Tell the plug send them bitches in pronto, uh
Oh, you ain't know? I could cook it with a blindfold
Call Bo, we sellin' smack, just keep it on the low
Uh, I took an L, yeah, but fuck it, we on to the next
Like a DJ, I can mix it, I can bring it back
And she said she love me when she suck it, that bitch make a mess
Shut up, bitch, you know this dick belong to Yvette

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, just met my plug at the game, he play for the Mets
Could make one-twenty off a brick, yeah, I'm a vet
Bitch, before you suck my dick, I gotta smell your breath
Just ran through a hundred pack and I ain't break a sweat
She like, "Dreky, why you lyin'? Know you havin' sex"
Shut up, bitch, I fuck your face, tryna break your neck
Got a fan for this dog, tryna make a bet
Thought it was a light on the Glock the way I flipped this switch
I'm still sellin' work, I told my mom I went legit
I got these n***as mad, I be with Catch a Body Rick
I'll raise the body count even though I'm rich
[Verse 3: Beno]
Shut up, bitch, I'll fuck around and send a blitz
I'll raise the body count another ten percent
What you gon' do with that but make me mad up in this bitch? Woo

[Chorus: Beno & Drego]
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?)
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?)

[Verse 4: Drego]
Oh, he think he layin' low, I know where he be at
Pull up on 16 and Foster askin' like, "Where Key at?" (Ayy, where that n***a Key at?)
Tryna catch me at my show, shootin' at his dome (Yeah)
Uh, n***as playin' fed games, keep callin' on the phone (Bitch)
Heard he got a leg, but the beam'll blow his dome
Uh, try to walk me in the door, I upped it like it's on, uh (Boy)
N***a wanna know where I be at, pull up to the Zone
Have a n***a on a magazine just like Rolling Stone

[Verse 5: Beno]
Have your bitch all on the scene, got her playin' roles
I still got a thousand jeans I ain't never sold
Ain't too many interstates ain't never rode
Uh, n***as tend to fold when the walls start to close
Yeah, I bet you ain't even know the money in the floor
Yeah, this brick can make a baby, it's a motherlode
I got this mix from my unky, he said, "Here you go" (Meech)
I hit a lick on my bitch uncle, she ain't even know
[Verse 6: Drego]
The blicky tucked behind my buckle, it don't even show
Been on the road shit for a year, they like, "Where you go?" (Woo)

[Chorus: Beno & Drego]
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?)
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fuckin' touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't callin' for a ho (Brrt, hello?)