[Intro]
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Run that shit up, Jay)

[Verse 1: YSN Flow]
Drop the top, with that Maserati, can't drive, just gon' drop asses in it
A lotta n***as been hatin' on me, can't stress, that shit, gon' pass them n***as
Big Glock on my backpack, three-two-one, we gon' blast them n***as
Mob ties, on my gang shit, if I can't get 'em, my guys gon' get 'em
Torch on me, gon' flame them n***as
Six-two, my dangerous n***as
Big chain and it's bangin', n***a
High, I'll never been chainless, n***a
Bust his brain, he tried to snatch my shit
Hundred drumbin', I'll pack that bitch
Get a pack and I'll smack that bitch
Smack that pack then I wrap that shit
Send it off to Mexico, see, I just want my decimals
Fuck n***as can't mess with those
Tryna find me, got my tentacle
Not tryna be technical, but I feel like an animal
'Cause monkey nuts on the MAC-11, they ain't talkin' Danimals

[Verse 2: Jay5]
Got some young apes on that bullshit, they gon' shoot on sight
Cartier, left wrist thirty racks, my shit so bright
I came up a high hit, but look at me now, my wrist on ice
[?] young n***a shit, I don't fuck wit' you guys
Thirty racks, left wrist Cartier, and I ain't even turned thirty yet
In a drop top, Maserati coupe, in the glove where the .30 at
Ain't talkin' falcons, where the birdies at?
Got a whole hundred on me right now like the field do
Cut my hands off dealin' with these racks, I can't feel those
[Verse 3: YSN Flow]
Ain't gon' fake, I started takin' drugs when I was fifteen
Wanna have a mansion for my mama when I'm sixteen
'Fore my daddy left me, I swear to God, he told me, "Get green"
Jumped up in that water, I ain't know this shit was this deep
Took that Tommy and Versache, I got rich but I ain't Roddy
All my gangsters stand beside me, Kakarot, I know karate
Don't wanna cuff or I'ma punt the bitch
[?], I need my funds and shit
Max Payne, I keep them guns and shit
Love told me not to trust a bitch
Just fuck the bitch then dub the bitch
Right back on my ugly shit
I'm out on the block, we sellin' drugs, I don't want them bloods and crips
Narcs come, we move them juugs away, penetration, that move my thugs away
Fake shit, just stay the fuck away
Bae told me, "You don't take drugs today"

[Verse 4: Jay5]
Some of this shit that I get in these streets, I probably should die for
I'm probably gon' make it in rappin', I give up the streets, I probably should try more
I'm fresh everyday like the first day of high school
I'm the freshest in my school
That Glock on me right now, ain't trippin' on shit
I prolly won't fight you
Trap n***a turned rap star, I'm the definition of what real is
Icy ass young fly bastard, I'm the definiton of what chill is
You can't pop out, pa, look at my watch, my bitches bad
Before a deal, I didn't make it to dinner but I had a meal
Swerve in the back of the back, it's a Phantom
I'ma shoot at your crew if it's random
Go pray to the priest and then ask for forgiveness
I'm gettin' all these pounds like it's fitness
I've been gamblin' more, tryna manage the pain
My baby mama say I'm untame
I wanted new teeth, went to Johnny Dang
I was outside, tryna dodge the rain