[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Rest in power, it’s all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
Diesel, n***as will smoke your ass with half the juice, riding around in a all black coupe, couple of bitches that’s ready to shoot, shit
Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping with 40k on us and cigarette butts
Fucking around with the up at you London will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Evergo overload, cranium overdose, then the cascade, what the fuck is the house?
Click I get pout, pictures a wrap, Tierra my witness I pray for her now
Young and I’m restless will turn with the past, clicking that new shit, put on the gas, none of you n***as is acting that jam, don’t tee with that new Cyphering class
Green gun, particles, turn you into molecules, planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I’ll take you to my panic room

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All these, n***as stealing my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bob on that bitch like Kodak, yeah, bitch you know that, yeah, I’ll push your shit old back (Oo Oo)
Told that bitch I got money, ay (Oo)
Counting them hunnids, it’s nothing, ay
Told that bitch I got money, ay, tell that lil bitch that it’s nothing, ay
(Skrrt Skrrt Ta)
Hit that bitch right from the back she
Got turkey I knock out that bitch like It’s stuffing (Skrrt Skrrt Ta) (Okay)
Yeah, told that lil bitch that I’m with it, tell that lil bitch that I’m with it, ay, what?
21, Lil Boat, yeah, Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah, Kodak do the most, yeah
Told that lil bitch I got all the money, I swear this shit is just nothing
I just be dancing right up on that bitch, yeah, what you be stunting?

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
(Gangsta Brezeel)
Down with no gainer, that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang, this ain’t game to feel all of my pain
When I was struggling through the rain, when I had no guap with no ice
Wasn’t no food but rice, all of these bitches, they want me but they get one night
Fuck em’, I don’t give a fuck what you saying, bitch n***a know I ain’t playing
I’m bout my fetti, talented armor we ready, fuck up that n***a if he talking too heavy, I’m bout it
Chains on my neck cost me Twenty, look at your diamonds your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
Young n***a in the Gucci stands, fuck with me if you wanna die, young n***a, I don’t want no suit and ties, fuck no, Lil Boat!

[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, (Gangsta Brezeel)
I sent my bitch to the store cause we ran out of soda (What?)
Bitch I’m tryna cook this yola (21)
Hunnid round drum at the bottom of that shit (doot doot doot doot)
Chop a n***a down like a fucking lawnmower (Grrrrrrr)
AK-47 round my motherfucking shoulder (21)
Pulled up in a rover then I pulled off on a pistol
Pulled up on yo bitch she sucked my dick and then you kissed her (Goddamn!)
Young Savage bitch and I don’t play around with them swishers (Huh?)
I just smoked them woods (Yeah!)
Bitch I’m from the hood (Yeah!)
Zone 6 bought a crashed on you can’t go there
21 gang bitch (21 21)
I’m in NYC I think I gotta fucking show them (Yeah!)
Hold up
Rollie on my wrist
Rollie on my bitch (What?)
30 on my waist (What?)
30 to your face (Yeah!)
60 to your face (Yeah!)
90 to your face (Yeah!)
That’s a closed case (Yeah!)
You a old n***a
Man you washed up
Young Savage man I got my car washed up
Pulled up in a muthafucking like a washed uh
The I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
Now who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat
I’m from the ugly corner man them lil sorry ass streets
Damn homie, I’m the one who let yo starving ass eat
You was hungry, I ain’t have to let yo sorry ass eat
My cousin G Wayne got out for manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck-fifty that n***a brought me back three
I’m a— n***a broad and get up all in them cheeks ta
They dead fly