(Verse 1: Izaya)
Yeah I know it's a setup he [?] as a bitch now
This thick ass bitch I'm getting federal
My n***a saw bricks saw made [?] like a chello
Stick hit him he needs some medical
Me and them racks we feel so inseparable
Mask on n***a I'm a go in your kennel
N***as was looking for me off the scandal
Big bro do fraud he a motherfuckin scammer
And she on her knees like we in a chapel, yeah
Flexing on the gram gotta whack him, yeah
You on the gram gotta test him
Stay making money, no relation
Stayed down now I got a bag
Clean money coming in wastе him
I just dropped out my classes
I hate most of thеse n***as
I feel like a facist
Preaching I feel like a pastor
She ain't getting money
Well shit you gotta pass her
Fuck n***as, fake shit, I'd slap them too
So many fake n***as in here can't even dap them

(Verse 2: 1cashaloe)
I know she mad cause she ain't with her man
Get the money up stack it again
Free my n***as out that pen
Keep two twin Glocks up in my pants
Whippin' that Audi do it no hands
Everything I did man you know that I planned
No she not here she was your best friend
Racks up in my pockets pants
Thumb it might do it again
No I ain't gonna stop do it again
Keeping that Vlone right with the fan
I'm solid don't bend, uh
Racks up and go band
I'm stacking money again and again
I'm doing shit with my family and friends
She with me she not with him
She don't want him cause he simp

(Verse 3: 279tyler)
I ain't gonna stop doing them xans
Pop like five back at it again
What's in my cup? That's easter pink
What's going on? Can't even think
Ice it be with my like a rink
Number one yeah we top rank
Feel like I'm Sosa keep that bang
Beyonce how I let that shit sing
We be drawing shit ain't talking crayons
In two days I made five bands
Cartier on me not no Ray Bans
YSL not True's on my pants
Yeah, that bitch said she really like my appearance
She want me cause I'm richer than her parents