[Verse 1: 50landing]
Rick ross
Money like a big boss
Sip voss water in the coupe
I don't split costs
Hip toss bodies out the spot
Homie, get lost
Bitch floss
Name in they mouth like the lip gloss
Bitch stop

[Verse 2: brakence]
Bitch you gettin' picked off
Fuck out my circle if I hear you on some slick talk
Word around the street, you can be a little bit toxic
You ain't no goddess
I'm seeing through your sick fraud shit
Bitch I’m off it

[Verse 2: skenbonk9]
Und wir gehen mit den junge jede nacht
Posted up mit schwere waffen immer im meine platz, oh my god
Viele bitches tryna play me for a fool, laugh it off
Mit die junge mit dem poles then du tanzt

[Verse 3: brakence]
Try and play me you gon have put your back in it
The half villian fit clean with black denim
I ain’t fucking witcha I can tell you mack venom
Gloves off catch you red handed give a life sentence
I’m big sinning dig ur chick and you
She let her friend fuck her then fuck her man
With her in a minivan and I got bands
But I can’t spend them
I ain’t playing witcha
[Verse 4: Lucian0 (definitely not 49)]
Like hello hi
I could never be that guy, no?
But nitty’s on block and fitty's a bop said so we dot mans eye
Did we leave him blinded?
I could never rate you dons
All the opps get Gone, girl
Gonna get you popped
And you know this bonks world
Flippin dese pence to p’s, don’t chat bout the fees
Bro it’s nowt to me
Doubting me?
That’s so funny bro remembering last week
You were on the wing needin Mané
Sadio brought the pace
Homie kicked you in like Marcos
Alonso with the place (bins)