[Verse: OBN Dev & BabyTron]
I'ma get them phones in the same day that they drop
We gon' turn around like yap, we got burners and them chops
You can try us if you want to but them bodies gon' get drop
Drop the top, Wock' wrestle with the pop
There's homeless n***as on the streets, never mind, that's the opps
Woke up with a boner, never mind, that's the Glock
Opps homies slide down, never mind, they with the cops
Oh, he with the opps? Never mind, I'm finna grab the chop
I make a mess in the mall but they never mind
You flash money on the 'Gram but it's never yours
You don't even got a job, you still doing chores
Off a Perc' 10, cut into her, "Where's the coochie, whore?"
Aye, Tron, I'm finna start punching them cards, go and close the door
Fuck around and turn into a crawler if I pour a four
Fuck around and turn into a swiper when I'm in a store
Blow the torch, bitch, I'm in the cut like an open sore
And this a big-ass Glock, I ain't got a sword
And this a fucking Hellcat, I ain't got a Ford
I'ma leave a n***a wide open like a open door
Like a junkie on the street, when I get money, I still want some more
Funky-ass Dior cost eleven, that's a Klay Thompson
Boy, fuck yo chest and your leg, bitch, we face popping
Pineapple Fanta with the, I'ma straight drop it
Lungs full of, boy, I swear this wedding cake toxic
Four years later and this n***a still clique hopping
We be in the streets, them n***as in the house TikToking
I'll up ten bands in yo face, I'd bet you stop talking
You ain't got no money in your safe and ain't shit in your wallet
I'll let the K rock 'em, boy, this bitch ain't 'bout it
How your bitch bad? Buddy boy, her toes ain't polished
For a buck she'll let me slam but I ain't Giannis
She make the ugly face when she sucking so I hate watching