[Intro: Lil Tjay]
Yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay
Yuh hear mi now, Mitch Mula? Drop dat bomboclaat!

[Chorus: Asian Doll]
Boy you fine with a Glock nine
Ain't even gotta talk, I'm up now
Young real street bitch from the Southside
Don't fuck with broke n***as on the outside
Same hoes in my face, they snake eye
Leave n***as in the past, don't say bye
Top floor condo is yay high
Street team gon' show up with the gang hide

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
I remember throwbacks in the stoley
I done ran into some racks by my doley
17, but they treat me like a OG
N***as know me, book a show when I'm OT
Everything fell in line like it's supposed to be
Dicksuckers online tryna roast me
Two blunts, fell asleep, now I'm toasty
Big bro said, “Grind”, okey-dokey
Work hard, 'cause I'm waiting for my trophy
You could say what you want, don't approach me
Hollow shells in this Glock if you nosey
I remember on the block like a goalie
Had to keep my head up like a nosebleed
And it's hard for the law to control me
Go hard for the gang, they my homies
Double R seeing stars, now all on me (stars)
[Chorus: Asian Doll]
Boy you fine with a Glock nine
Ain't even gotta talk, I'm up now
Young real street bitch from the Southside
Don't fuck with broke n***as on the outside
Same hoes in my face, they snake eye
Leave n***as in the past, don't say bye
Top floor condo is yay high
Street team gon' show up with the gang hide

[Verse 2: Asian Doll]
These n***as ain’t tame, they eaters
Lost him, play Finders Keepers
Head shot, red dot, we don’t feel nothing
Caption for the clout, here’s the info
Body bag get locked, get zipped up
Got numb to the pain, don’t feel nothing
Seen shit a lot of youngins ain’t built for
Get money with the n***as I kill for

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
No, no, no
No, yo, yo, yo, yo
Lil Tjay