[Intro]
(I got so much energy)

[Verse 1: QpOnABeat]
Slime a n***a out like Lil Keed if I know he got it
Used to rock Vans, now it's Off-White and Balenciaga
Heard that n***a plottin', kill his plans with the pocket rocket
Tie a n***a up then beat him cold like my name was Rocky

Cut his hands off then put his heart up on the black market
Tie the plug up then take his funds and buy a Aston Martin
Told bro that ain't no pressure, put that weed down
Glocks suppresed, sound like I'm tryna hold a sneeze down

Bitch, pull your pants back up and put your knees down
N***as used to hide they hand when they seen me around
Rats tryna infiltrate the trap 'cause it's cheese 'round
White girl playin' in the snow, it ain't no skis 'round

Bitch ate the whole gang up like Ms. Pac-Man
N***a only got weed in his trap, how you the pack man?
Chillin' in the trap with my shooter, that's my wack man
Black as hell, walk down with a strap, I think I'm gat man

Took my white boy out robbin', think I'm Batman
Got slimed with a green mask, shooter slatt man
White girl playin' with them racks 'cause a OnlyFans
Boy, that ain't your dog shit, that's your homie bands
High as hell lookin' for a opp through the Carti' vision
N***as smoke my weed without me, hook him like we fishin'
Brodie tried to PUA jugg, now he on television
I just upped some shit on IG, look like your daddy pension

He jus upped some shit on IG and now that n***a missin'
Had to turn the beat down 'cause that bitch was clippin'
Put my wrist inside the bowl, nah, I ain't mixin'
Really out here ballin', you need Off-White cleats to kick it

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Yeah, okay
Me and Stan in the A shittin', we the doo-doo crew
Doin' two-hundred from the cops yellin' "Toodle-oo"
Treat your head like the gun range when we shoot at you
How ironic, just spent two G's on some Gucci shoes

Supreme Balaclavas back to back, can't tell who is who
Bitch got that one head, she blew my socks through the roof
Apple glitch, couple profiles, I went two for two
Stuck at the bottom of my bag, bitch, I'm Super Glue

Thirty floors up, in the loft, this a super view
It's your mindset, just hustle, boy, you choose to lose
Fucked all the hoes in high school, I was the coolest dude
Steppin' in the function, old money with the newest shoes
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Ayy
Undisputed with the punches, bitch, I'm Floyd May
We don't run around with water guns when we let toys spray
Flashin' blue strips, all the hoes know that boy paid
Broker than a bitch, don't give a fuck 'bout what boy say

Racks in the rental, turned the Jetta to a bandwagon
EDD dropped, got n***as hoppin' on the scam wagon
You a ham, fuck some dap, bitch, we not hand slappin'
Gucci, Louis, Dior, I got n***as thinkin' Stan trappin'

Plastic with the chip, in store, I'm a jam addict
Bent her over, lil' bitch said the dick was fantastic
Sniper with the beam, we gon' fuck around and blam at em'
N***as dick suckin', I ain't beefin' with no ham sandwich

[Verse 4: BabyTron, StanWill]
Fuck around and stretch him out, Mr. Fantastic
I ain't never worked a 9 to 5, I get scam active
On my fly shit at TSA, Givenchy backpacked it
Paid nine-fifty for an X on my black jacket