[Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)

[Chorus: Vencí]
My KK. go round, you fuck with my sound?
"You fuck with my dogs?" But they ain't no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
You got your bitch off of lost and found
I made it myself, I made it my own
I took my advice and followed my 'lone
You talking crazy but it's over the phone
Staying quiet til' I be gone

[Post-Chorus: Vencí & Koopsta Knicca]
I don't get- what you tellin' me
I don't get- what you tellin' me (selling y'all-)
You tellin' me, you tellin' me (huh)
I was off, while you was mad at me? (selling y'all-)

[Verse 1: Vencí]
Lil Keke, Houston, 25' Lighters
Martinez 'cause I'm one of them strikers
Shoutout Jenica, but I'm nothing like her
I got the smoke but ain't got a lighter
Frutfied', never ate off a tree
I've been the buzz, but I ain't Barry B
You got some envy, you wish you was me
You was in threesome, I call you 3D!!
Shoutout to Brian', he gon' post my threat
I'll pull the cards without a deck
You aim for my body, and I aim for the neck
You trust your brother, 'cause your ass gon' bend
I'm calling you out, I'm saying your name, G.I.O
'Cause I know your business
I know what you got, 'Cause I'm your CEO
You talm' bout hoes that you don't even know
Saying you the street but you really the road
Saying you got a Glock, but dont even show
I made it myself, I dont even know
I got me some swag, don't fuck with no hoes
I don't need no advice, on dressing my clothes
I dropped me a body, and a couple of loads
Dropped me some glass, said, "fuck an iPhone"
Dropped some gas, 'cause I don’t need no smoke, hoe, no, no
Legion Of Boom, so I just went for blitz
Pinky out when taking a sip, you haven't seen it yet
Got me some models, got me some clothes
2026, you already know, VENCIENO, off with the clothes
I got it all on, I know I'm the shit, I know I'm that bitch
You ain't even know 'cause I'm worth more than this shit
Boy you rubbing my body, huh
And you rubbing my clit
[Verse 2: Chaz]
I gotta carry my weight, been doing my plan
Now n***as ain't notice me
I was saying, “Hi” to my fans, “What's good to my friends”
I got bad eyes, I'm geeked
Tryna get bigger than big, and richer than rich
I need my money on bills, your track-suit on kill
Built for right Blue-bills, need my money? Oh yeah
Rap-bitty doing that shit so I'm in the culture
Still, give a fuck bout an opp?
N***a I'm ready to drill-
Been great since I got behind the wheel
Now your ass in the mix?
Mad be looking at stills
Miggas wanna play get real and now doubt and shit
Baby I just want me to chill but my pockets not light-weight, Still I think like- (aight) fuck
N***as wanna beef on the net
So who am I gon' take to myspace?
We beef from far' way
N***as get hit with a brick, like I'm cray'
But I'm going Deebo like Friday, yea
Fri- might just hit you from four angles
Young n***a trippin' he Bojangles
Mmm, we in the feel like, enough hang-
Like X & Y n***as like Kurt
Off the 'Zine I'm putting the work
Swimming packs over counting like clerk
Like we reload, ain't no jerk
N***a fuck with the play, you get murked
Now his ass got put on a shirt
The end of me, sipping the 'Zurp
Oh my god I think I need me a huh
Oh my god I think I need me a perc
So much pain, man this bitch ain't even work
Like you reload it, reload it, hmm?
Like when you reload, don't let it jerk
[Chorus: Vencí]
My KK. go round, you fuck with my sound?
"You fuck with my dogs?" But they ain't no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
You got your bitch off of lost and found
I made it myself, I made it my own
I took my advice and followed my 'lone
You talking crazy but it's over the phone
Staying quiet til' I be gone

[Post-Chorus: Vencí & Koopsta Knicca]
I don't get- what you tellin' me
I don't get- what you tellin' me
You tellin' me, you tellin' me (huh)
I was off, while you was mad at me?

[Outro: Mr 3-2 & Too $hort]
Yea, it's 'bout that time for you to be heading toward the
Front do', front do'
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollerin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing-
And dealing with this pimp, you gone do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine, and hit the highway
Way down in the-