[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
How you want it? My jacket [?]
Stash pot [?] so cold [?]
I just catch a flight when I feel [?] luggage
I blow it all when I land, bitch, fuck a budget
I can move the bag, one call, I ain't touch it
I ain't into [?]
Hoes leaving hearts on my picks, tryna get to know me
I got the head, cut her off and gave the bitch the [?]
I maxed out on them [?] my city, I can get it [?]
Told her if she try it, [?] she can get promoted
[?] never sold crack
[?] I ain't bussing out the pack
I load it up on a point [?]
[?] I be yelling all my life, n***a, I'm just getting back
I'm [?] them old school rules I abide by
Took my bitch shopping, ought her every shoe in size five
Took my n***a OT [?] 'cause it's grind time
I got the Rollie off the [?] me and [?] doing drive byes
Popping Champaign, and I brought an eight of codeine
Catch an opp in traffic, put a whole sleave in the car
I be faded, I be pouring more lean till it's dark
I'm creative, I can paint a whole pic like it's art

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
[?] folded in the kitchen, cooking bricks in the dark
I probably go to jail for life, if the kitchen could talk
He lost his life inside the club, you left the stick in the car
I dropped eleven [?] soft, with the zip [?]
Pulled up on my baby mama, with a bitch in the car
She peeped a playa [?] brick in the car
I pulled up on my big cuz, he threw a split in the car
I probably never pay him back, he put a hit on my top
But I ain't trippin, that's what happens when you misguided
I [?] fentanal, [?]
You think [?] that price, n***a, quit lieing
A thousand ift cards on [?] this trick was [?]
Pour a four in a one lieder, I like my shit icy
Probably think I'm slowing down, shit, I just started
On my way back, [?] town [?]
[?] I'm fucking with the dawg, I ain't hit target
Put a pistol in my hand, I bet I hit target
[?] give her crumbs, this bitch starving
You try to get some clout off me, but your shit garbage