[Verse 1: Jaanay]
2 Lambo's in my car garage
Bitch wan fuck cause I'm a star
They don't even know who the fuck you are
Mix that VLONE with G-Star
Smoking gas I'm in the stars
Valet parking, they park my car
With my n***as we smoking on gas
Call Lil Tyler that n***a got gats
All of my n***as they tote that blatt
Kickin' shit like Jackie Chan
With my n***as we eating ham
G2 it gon lay him flat
Tryna keep up, but that n***a he can't
Talking down we put you in a grave

[Verse 2: Yuki]
N***a better not double cross us
Getting them bands, n***a had to boss up
They tried to steal the sauce, now they lost us
Getting them bands, yeah we got a lot of 'em
Oh, there go opps, yeah we gon plot on 'em
Run in the crib, then we shoot all of 'em
If she want my kids, yeah she gon' swallow them (aha, perhaps)
How many times you done capped?
Fucking this bitch, she finna throw ass
I just smoked some gas, I had to relax
Told this bitch leave, 'cause she is a nat
Finna call Tyler you gon' get smacked with it
[Verse 3: 279tyler]
Yeah, they be on IG toting props
I don't really talk a lot
But when I do, I'm dissing the opps
See 'em I let off shots
Fuck around he get dropped
Choppa it came with a stock
On my grind like Tony Hawk
Bro got the white, no chalk
Red bottom drip when I walk
Got the Drake, no Josh
I shoot I don't discuss
Fucked that bitch so good
I made that bitch cuss
When I was in school
I was selling them school buses
Cookie it's straight out the oven
Real lean, not no tussin
Yeah, no fights Glocks start bussin'
Too much money I'm stuntin'
And they so broke they frontin'
Oh you made 10 bands?
Well lil bro that be nothing
All of that talking shit
I know that you bluffin'