[Intro: YN Jay]
(Fingerz, you a fool for this one)
I mean like
Fingers, why you do that man
You always doing something, man
Why— ah

[Verse: YN Jay & RMC Mike]
Got Fingerz on the beat, I'm finna go crazy
I just hit a bitch like fifty-six, that's my old lady
She tryna suck my dick from the back, I'm like, "No, baby"
Man, this bitch just squirted everywhere, I'm like, "Woah, baby"
I'm lookin' for a bad freaky bitch with the toe painting
Bad bitch walkin' in some heels, ain't got no laces
I just beat this lil' bitch down, she had gold braces
Pussy so good, I couldn't stop, I'm a whole date
I just met a bitch that's twenty-one, she got four babies
Stuffed twenty 'bows in the basement, got the whole— damn
Shit, got the 'bows stankin'
Onе thousand old hundreds, Bens with the bold facеs
Police couldn't find no evidence, we gon' cold case it
I just made a hundred racks in blues, not the old faces
I just took some ice out the freezer, it's a froze bracelet
Bitch sniffin' coke all day, got her nose stankin'
Auntie quit fuckin' with the dog, she gon' cocaine it
Finna blow a n***a house up, I'ma propane it
Finna draw a picture like Picasso, I'ma pro paint it
Drop the vacuum sealer, but the 'bows stankin'
Woah, Jaylein
I'm finna cool the summer down like a cold blanket
I just touched a bitch heart, we gon' soulmate
Bitch ain't wash her feet off— ah
Got her toes stankin'
Shit, that's a damn shame
I just threw paint on my old-school, look like champagne
Hundred rounds on my AR, ain't gotta damn aim
Within the first night, I beat the campaign
N***a only shoot his— damn
N***a only shoot his gun when he at the damn range
I just hit dog from far away, I got damn range
Not a walker for an old person, but I sell 'caine
I just popped a n***a in all white, ain't got a damn stain
I would never stop shit talkin' 'cause the fans change
I just fell in love with Mary, don't tell Jane
I just got caught with my side bitch, don't tell main
Fuck, that's a damn shame
Bitch, if I don't speak to you first, don't say a thing
Ayy, Mike, hey
Who the fuck gave dog a firearm? He just dropped his flame
Hey, Jay, fuck
Who the fuck gave dog a damn chain?
You can't talk around dog, he gon' tell things
I be fuckin' with the EDD, we got twelve names
I'm a rapper, but I look like I sell 'caine
I just dropped thirteen shots, then 12 came
Okay the W popped up before the L came
I used the ho to catch somebody, that's jailbait
How the fuck you get a manicure, but your nails stank?
Ask how much lean I drunk today, about twelve eights
Shit, okay, the bitch ass real, but her hair fake
Should I break the bag all the way down or sell weight? (We don't smoke the same)