[Intro: Joe Blow]
(Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)
Blow
(Danny G on the beat)
True story
I swear to God

[Verse 1: Joe Blow]
I just spent a few thousand for this brick bottle
Diamonds all in my Cuban and my wrist got 'em
I don't like Dior sandals, but my bitch got 'em
Audemars a brick, you ain't ever seen this model
Got this model pullin' up to get my dick swallowed
She got a play, it's on the floor like that bitch Latto
I got a plethora of bitches, I just pick out 'em
Got a couple flyin' in now so we can hit Cabo
Glock came with ACPs, I'ma make 'em hollow
If Ray in it, then I'm in it, should've kept him out it
Let me get some Casamigos, make it reposado
Glock got the switch up on that bitch make it fully auto
This floor money, bet up on me, it's for-sure money
Gettin' it out a bitch and hittin' licks and gettin' show money
Dope dick, one hit of blow, she gon' go for me
Ten white bitches and me, feel like a snowbunny

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I'll never give a punk rock what she ask for (Never)
This lil' MAC'll beat you up, boy, like Glass Joe
Keep it two hundred, 'cause you know I passed go
Break her and shake her, you can ask my last ho
The same place as Ray and AJ, the last bros
Way before COVID, all my youngins had mask on
Mario, Luigi, you gon' play and get smashed on (Ooh)
"Thug Therapy", that's me and Blow last song
A mirror can't tell me nothin', bro bro, my dad gone (Nah)
Suck me, then she scraped me with her teeth and got flashed on (Man)
Rich, rude, and cocky, so she call me an asshole
I call her [?][1:13], she like it mouth, pussy, and asshole
Freak hoes, freak hoes, oh, God, you mad, bro?
Want some Casamigos, she'll suck me at Maestro
Stars on my jeans like I play for the Astros
In these Amiris, she'll swallow my tadpoles
[Verse 3: $weet-T]
Big yopper in the whip got some kick, fucked my shoulder up
When my fiend hit the pipe, he could probably pick a boulder up
Your bitch was beggin' me to slide through and fold her up
I told her I don't fuck with broke hoes, I can't hold her up
All my comp sick 'cause they wanna see me squirmin'
Know I'm quick to hit a lick and leave a crumb like Pee-wee Herman
5.56 on me for the varmints and the vermin
Nah, it ain't no stoppin' $weet, I'm gifted and determined
Out here movin' with the iron like I'm tryna hit my reps
In the whip talkin' 'bout my pimpin' like I'm Mike Epps
When that pack touch down, I get some pep inside my step
I'm in that mode with the hoes, servin' blow like Johnny Depp
You better pass the cheese to $weet or Dutch'll Swiss-cheese you
Actually, give me everything, yup, even the Breeze too
Flyin' in the triple-B-C when I breeze through
Play with SMG, you'll need a tube to breathe through

[Verse 4: Certified Trapper]
Walk down with this big bitch
Walk down with this big bitch
Casamigos, it's goin' down with a thick bitch
Big four-five, one shot and your shit split
Make one threat, bet his ass die the next day
Wrap fifty grams of fire in [?]
[?] straight fire with some fetty shake
Bad-ass kid when I was young, they ain't let me play
Ballin' in the game, I could drop fifty in your face
This ain't no stick-up, but I'll put the fifty in your face
Make you shit your motherfuckin' pants, see it in your face
You ain't gon' win, n***a, I can see it in your face
See it in your face
Straight drop, n***a, you can see it in my cup
Footprints, I been steppin', see it in the mud
Real n***a since the jump, see it in my blood
I'm applyin' pressure, n***as better hold they nuts
[Verse 5: OnFully]
Fordi rich off that grams, call him BowFlex (Call him BowFlex)
Woke up with my feet fat as hell drinkin' Hi-Tech
Was 'bout to air 'em out, but my gun, it ain't pop yet (It ain't pop yet)
You signed a 360, you ain't know, read the context (Read the context)
Brodie servin' narcotics, dodgin' German Shepherds (Dodgin' German Shepherds)
Servin' brown and white, [?]
Leavin' holes on his body, turn him to a leopard
She rushin' me to suck my dick, ho, wait a second (Wait a minute, baby)
Put the flash on the K, look like a light pole (Like a light pole)
I'm sluttin' freaky hoes out, but you wife those (But you wife those)
This bitch'll lift you off the ground like a Hi-Lo (Like a Hi-Lo)
Bape tee I got on and it's my load (My load)

[Verse 6: The Godfather]
Hit his ass with the Glock, watch me get up on him
I just poured a twelve of Wock', then went in a coma
Made a hundred racks in cash, did it by my lonely
You ain't never caught no body, boy, you n***as phony
Break down the brick, give the fiend a tester
Have more money than the teacher, give they ass a lecture
We just poured a whole pint and we ain't have to measure it
Bro'll pop out with no kit on, can't even tell he rich
Fuck you goin' on the road for if you ain't sellin' shit?
He was steppin' in the street, now his ass Heaven-sent
Unc' still got the crack spot, you wanna get a nick
Ain't had no ride to the drop, I'ma pull up in the Lyft
You know these n***as checkin' out, they pull up on the 6
I'm in Flint with Baby Ghost, he handed me a switch
It ain't shit to wrap his body up and put him in a ditch
If I don't get a deal, trap the bag 'til I'm rich
[Verse 7: Rio Da Yung OG]
Phone just rung, that's another [?]
Ten for a feature and I'll come and do a video
This rap shit crazy, I just made some dog shit off Vimeo
High off Percs, tryna fuck a bitch, whip my wee-wee on her
I feel like R. Kelly, I might pee-pee on her
I been cheatin' on my bitch for a week with that Keke woman
Four, eight, twelve, sixteen, let's drink a pint
Ironic how I drink a lot of lean but don't sleep at night
Hell nah, Baby Ghost ain't shoot dog, he was with me that night
And we wasn't even in Flint, we was in the D that night
Freeze called me with two bricks, told him bring a pie
Guarantee somethin' gettin' hit if I swing the rifle

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Yeah, I'll swing this bitch your way, n***a
You know how them K's work, the old ones too