[Intro: Deego & Yung JiZz]
*laughs*
Aiming from the hip
I'm aiming from the hip
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot!
It still goes off dude

[Chorus: Deego & Yung JiZz]
Stack it up (stack it up)
Pack it (pack it)
Turn that ass round and I smack it (smack it, smack it)
Finna go in and attack it (attack it, attack it)
Don't need a ? wear a jacket (jacket, jacket)
Stack it up (stack it up)
Pack it (pack it)
Turn that ass round and I smack it (smack it, smack it)
Finna go in and attack it (attack it, attack it)
Don't need a ? wear a jacket (jacket, jacket)

[Verse 1: Deego & Yung JiZz]
Deeg be the reason these n***a's be packing a Glock (Glock, Glock)
Hiding they M's in they socks (socks, socks)
Bitch I'm cool, yeah I rock (rock, rock)
Talking that shit like you serious
You know my squad it's just way too nefarious (Fanny PaK)
Bitch know your team is delirious (yeah)
Ride around like Gladiators
Killing this shit like I'm paid to (paid)
Murder on tape now they hate us (hate)
Might just do life cause they racist (fuck em)
Very cool, don't phase us (phase)
We got the links when they chain us (chain)
Taking the charges and wasteful (waste)
Losing no G's its too painful (pain)
I cannot handle a plateful (wait, wait wait)
Counting the money
Counting the guap
Counting de niro (de niro)
Pockets be fat (fat)
Counting the stacks like I'm Robert De Niro (like I'm Robert De Niro)
Little n***a stop it (stop)
Your bank account nearly be touching the zero (zero, zero, zero)
Talking that shit (ay)
You always acting like you be the hero (wait, ay, look, uh)
[Verse 2: Yung JiZz]
Ain't tryna fuck Tinder bitches no more
It's some closed doors, swiper no swiping (nope!)
Chilling with some ghosts call me Mike Tyson
I'm so baked she licking off my icing, ay
Look at my wrist I been icing, ay
Look at my wrist filled with diamonds, ay
Look at my wrist it's a crisis, ay
Look at my wrist it's ISIS, ay (ay, ay, ay, ay!)
It's payday, mayday!
Y'all better vacate
I'm having a three way with two MILFS
Got their baby's on a playdate, I'm crazy
Me and my gang on some Tr3yway shit
Look at my steez it's tailored fit
My bitch looking like Taylor Swift
My bitch looking like Taylor, wait
God, god, god isn't real (what?)
But he's got that mass appeal
So I gotta respect em
Flipping tricks, I Tech Deck em
Y'all up in my rectum I reckon
Line em up and I'll wreck em ay
Line em up and I'll wreck em ay

[Verse 3: Big Daddy Big Bones Big Heart Big Love Big Soul Big Smile Big Balls Small Cock & Yung JiZz]
Too much 76 I got a head ache (ahh)
Too much 76 now I gotta stomach ache (ugh)
Too much 76 (Too much 76)
Don't got no muscle ache
Too much 76 there's no time to break yeah
Bitches be asking for shit, saying they always right (bitch)
Only one view of the argument but you never wanna try and hear about the other side (you fucking bitch)
Yelling, swearing and throwing shit all across the room (you crazy fucking bitch)
This bitch be controlling this place about to go boom!
Now I been trying to fix my life and not be selfish and shit trying not to lie all of the time (yeah)
I'mma be working hard to be me but you make shit into the slave auction, no lie
You say we in this together but you always on the receiving end, bitch don't deny
This ain't no game
Fuck this shit, I'm out
Don't text me, fuck the reply
[Verse 4: DiapER Boi & Yung JiZz]
Fuck the reply (yeah)
Fuck the reply (yeah)
I don't even know how to open my apps and shit
For real dog I don't know how Twitter and shit works
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah (wait, wait, wait, wait)
More money more problems
Good thing I got no fucking problems
Losing my knowledge
To all of these toxins
Flow through my body
Making me nauseous
Shit I'mma throw up
I'mma throw up
My wallet too big it's...
Fat like a walrus, uh
Fat like a what?
Fat like your mommaaaaaaaaaa
Shit, yeah I'm just kidding boy
Fat like an elephant, yeah
I'mma go off like a whirlwind
Drown myself in the weekend
High notes like woodwind
Yeah descend and defend
Ay, go off like a whirlwind, ay, yeah