[Verse 1: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
I be sippin on my lean
18 yeah im still a teen
TY bling on my neck on my wrist & my finger ring
I dont know what to do
Badabing badaboo
Skinny Yung Swiss in the booth
You know what it do
(Hold up) Hold my cup
I need a double cup
Yeah you know whats up
Yeah its all fucked up (ay)

[Verse 2: TY Bling]
(ay, it's lit)
Mind spinnin’ I’m a psycho
Clock ticking on this seiko
Got 3 bitches on my mind though
Mouth like a river mad flow
LD Purple is essential so I got it on the go
These bitches sliding in so I’ll be keeping it on the low
(Man) Keep it trappin’ like it’s quicksand
Hidden weapons like hitman
Got a Rollee like a wristband (Bling)

[Verse 3: H]
Got wrist on my 10th, looking Patek
Mans like a mutt, mans looking so wack
Big on the racks, guns on barrack
Shoot y'all mafuckers face so black
Plugs on my deck, Cook like shatec
Cargo pants huh looking so fash
Scope up barett, Fast like a rat
Dressing like a boss mans looking so daddyy
[Verse 4: KingKaung & Finn]
Right back at it
Losing control imma make yall panic
Paranoia in my head im feeling manic
Losing my life i think i need a medic
(Medic!)
Asap, I go hard like Ferg
Iced up like an iceberg
Finna go up, man thats my word
Know yourself and know your worth

Ain't asap but I’m cocky
Feel like stalone man call me rocky
I’m on boujee tier on a higher tier
Swish buckling patch like buckeneer
Seven fucking boys and we’re not korean
Finn is the name and I’m likely human
Pirates of the what, ah Caribbean
Cop that shit on my arm ah, what u seein

Nowadays everybody wanna talk but they ain't really listen
You can call me a doctor cause, imma do it with precision
I be feeling like Tom Cruise, mans on a mission
Shining bright like a diamond yeah, im still glistening

[Verse 5: Young An]
Young An in the booth is it too late? (too late)
Thirsty for bars get me Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
New bitch, new whip, when I pull up (woo, woo)
Hands in the air (freeze), man hold up
Everybody talks and they pull up with their Glocks
And they firin’ their shots and they still ain’t got a lot
I’d be rising up the rank with my gang bitch
Yasai, new phone, who dis?

[Verse 6: CZN]
(Imma) Slip right in the beat like I dropped it down
Shoes clean, blinged out when I Walk around
CZN be riding the beat around
New shit, it's loud all over town
New shit, don’t care about no new bitch
Who’s this? We the clique getting quick rich
Who that boy that be running the whole shit

(Oh that's the rap game Vince Carter)

Fuck that I can be who I want
Rap game MJ cos i’m number one (nah)
Rap game MJ do the moon walk
Rap game Rondo got it on lock