[Intro: LUCKI]
Hmm
That shit read, that shit read (Too gone, too gone)
Gang, gang, gang (I'm servin’ base, bitch, I'm in this bitch with BassKids)
Top speed, n***a, not ski
Wavy Navy, Oink Boys, you know what I'm talkin’ 'bout
Off a broke phone though, swear to God
Ayy, that shit read, that shit read (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: LUCKI]
That shit read two hundred thousand
I still know the rules, but in— ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
That shit read two hundred thousand
I still know the rules, but in silence

[Verse 1: LUCKI]
I'll speak the truth, but the slimiest
No rules, but still a Mafia
Louis everything, but I'm proud of you
You can't turn a motherfucker against me 'til your dollars up
Codeine on the way, but I'm sober for the day
I woke up at 8 PM, how I made a hundred K?
I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe
Happened so fast, they thought I paid, bada-bing, bada-boom
I'm on drink like Cita’s son, but they feel me ’cause I'm Tune
I just hit a rapper ho, my bitch brought her in the room
Trackhawk tear up Beverly Hills, this a car not even meant for here
I got old-ass money, but that new shit got me here
Fuck everybody, everybody, everything, everything
Swear to God, like, I only wanna keep it that with you
Like, only that way (Gang)
You know what it is (Forget about it)
[Chorus: LUCKI & Veeze]
That shit read— ayy, ayy, ayy
That shit read ten hundred thousand
I still know the rules but in— ayy, ayy (Shh, gang, gang, gang)
That shit read ten hundred thousand
I still know the rules, but in— ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Veeze]
That shit like six hundred thousand (Yeah)
This that Kanye check, they sent it through the wire (Swear to God)
I think I might give TED Talks, so many I inspire (Huh?)
We— come take heads off your block, reportin’ live (Bah)
I pray one day I'm trustworthy, been slimy all my life (Ski)
You see these n***as I be with, that's the greatest gang of all time (Gang)
My bitch like Chanel bags and gettin' flowers on surprise (Flowers on surprise)
Been up on the road just gettin’ these riches, but I'll rob (But I'll rob)
Right now this Perc' 20 on my back like John Collins (Huh?)
No cap, man, I'm fightin' to keep from noddin', feel like Gervonta (Shh)
Told her, "Take them Skims off, let me be your Ray J"
Pape' roll on me sky blue, salt and vinegar Lays bag (Skrrt)
Only time these n***as show they passion when they hate a man (Hatin'-ass n***a)
My young n***as tweakin', no respect, they'll kill a made man
I'm just a young rich junkie, cup so dark, it look like slave land
I wake up so wavy, sometimes think I slept in a waterbed
Fuck everybody
Fuck— fuck everything, n***a
The fuck goin' on, n***a? (Fuck everybody)
And me, I'm purposely toxic (Fuck everything)
[Verse 3: Veeze]
Yeah, that shit read two hundred thousand (Damn)
Just two years ago, I ain't even have all these problems (Uh)
My life gettin' low, Oxycontin my only hobby (Huh?)
This four poured Canada Dry, it taste like ice cream (Ugh)
This lame n***a lord of the rings, he cuffin' a thotty (Shh)
Me, I'm purposely toxic, need to stop being so damn childish
I ain't gotta move my hand, move a thousand grams just off my posture (Gang)
This lil' bitch so bad, might get a bag just how she arch it (Yeah)
It's not Training Day, wanna see my stash, gotta pull a carpet (Hrrt, beep, beep)
It's a tag on his head, leave him on the glass like card dealer
Sorry I don't broom jump, Wockhardt my only bride, n***a (Wockhardt my only bride, man)
See my stash and cry, man, that bitch my joy and pride, really, damn

[Outro: Veeze]
Fuck everybody, everything
Go home, lame-ass boy
Wavy Navy Gang and the World Tour Mafia
We leavin' here, they know what the fuck goin' on