[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, n***a)

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'm on the road with a whole thing in the car
Let's write a book about my life, shit, I don't even know where to start
It's her first time in the foreign, she don't even know how to start it
In the airport sleep, I dropped a fumble 'fore the plane departed
It ain't hard to get no money, just buy a bag
I been fucked off like twenty thousand this month and I ain't even tryna brag
Said I was done trappin', why the fuck I wake up, buy a half?
I gave it to my n***a, he beat it up and gave it back, yeah

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
7.62s comin' out thе K have him cartwheelin'
I probably say the dumbest shit in my songs, but I'm a smart n***a
Spray his canvas down with thе tre pound, I do art with it
Oh, you lookin' for Da Yung OG? I'm at the park with it
This a 2021 Lam' truck, bro, it start different
If you don't get that fuckin' car off my yard, you gotta park different
Scary-ass n***a got a chest, but ain't no heart in it
Stepped out the booth in a different outfit, I'm Clark Kent

[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Fresh as hell for no reason, I ain't doin' shit
You like Tom Brady when it's goin' down, you probably pass the blick
She came through and sucked the dick, I ain't have to ask for shit
She just like me 'cause I rap, she don't even know I'm rich
Shit be crazy when the n***as who don't like you turn to fans
I was always on the block, ain't never been to a school dance
I spent a thousand on my cup and a thousand on my pants
I'm so fresh, I need these pictures for my n***as in the feds
[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
Exclusive Moncler, you won't see this on Farfetch
Stop tellin' me I'm applyin' pressure, I ain't started yet
Okay, the lean seems to be clean, I ain't fart yet
Up in Cali in the studio they made "Baby Shark" at
Electric Glock hold two hundred shots, I can charge that
N***a talkin' 'bout he gon' throw me five for a verse, should I charge that?
Matter fact, fuck this song, n***a, where the Wock' at?
All thirty shots for my Glock, I don't even know where the stock at

[Verse 5: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
The fully goin' off, it's lookin' like fireworks
We put your homie on a shirt, that's my favorite merch
Say he ain't never had the dog, I told him try it first
Took a tester, wanted some more, I told him buy it first
I got Glock, bro got Glock, we like twins
If I ain't had no money, then the Glock'd pay my bills
If I ain't had no money, I'd rob you, to be real
I'm a young n***a from the ghetto, now I live inside the hills

[Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG]
Exclusive Louis shoes, I ain't get these off StockX
Bitch, I fall in love when you give me head like that, you better stop that
Million-dollar n***a in the dope house where the rocks at
I was sellin' dope in a costume, alright
Sellin' dope on Halloween with the work in my top hat
Okay, that shit real close to it, but it's not Act'
This n***a sprayed a water gun at me, I shot a Glock back
This shit talking 101, bro, this not rap