[Intro: Gekko & Virtue]
Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh (I ain't playin' no, no)
Ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy yuh (Come on, come on, come on)

[Verse 1: Virtue]
I ain't playin' enough, thank you come again, ho
I just lay low, prob'ly couple of bands-o
Couple of foreign hoes, can look 'em in the face though
Can't pretend though, you actin' out the place, bro
See this Gucci coat, got it at the Gucci store
Need a Louis coat to match my 944
I come again just to see you droppin' 'til the floor
I come me again just to beat his ass until the floor
I'm swingin' left right like this bitch was fight night
She eat me up like I ain't speedin' down to fifty five
Damn shawty, you [?]
She the reason why these bitches [roll?] when I arrive
'Cause when I arrive thеy act like I'm a [beehive?]
Needa revivе, I'm hot than a G5
I'm sittin' knee-high, bitch's name Maria
Lisa, Tia and Teresa, huh

[Verse 2: Gekko]
Black tracksuit, blood on the chain
Three straps like my shoes, keepin' Plain Jane
Whipper cool now she wanna play games
Three seconds split kick the turbo when the left lane
I'm here to fascinate, fast lane, get to straight
Leave a bitch at the gate 'cause I'm runnin' at a faster rave
Movin' state to state, [?]
It's a [?], what you hate?
'Cause I'm better off [?] break
What you got to say? Call [?]
Louis gold ring spends on the name
Speedboy, Nissan on the grave
With a plot for the whip and a plot for the fame
Black tracksuit, sparkle tiffin' coke
Kick the number 'cause she callin' on my phone
Pack the coupe 'cause you know I'm never home
It's a Landspeed move when I [raise?] the shadow clone
[Verse 3: $atori Zoom]
Homie, Bruce Lee, pull up with a toolie
I fuck up bitches tight and you love a bitch [?]
Oopsi, whoopsi, he pull up with a whoopty
Already hit a coochie, but won't you introduce me?
Zoomthrax finna fuck a bitch and sippin' [?]
Slop top [?] then we hit a baby [?]
'64 Impala, pull up with catanas
I don't fuck with drama, take it to the Oprah
Off-one, yo this jokin', shit ain't easy
Believe me, you runnin' up the check with a 3P
See me, I disappear like Houdini
I got three wishes: need ass, tities and jeans
Rippin' [?] in the whip
With the ladies in back
Sippin' [?] and gettin' lit
Lil' shorty got the stick
And I pull up Boss 429, John Wick