[Intro]
Ayo Jug

[Chorus]
I don't feel like I can trust any of these n***as
I feel like I’m out here, I'm toting my trigger
I feel like I'm making these racks, oh
I feel like I’m boutta make seven more figures

[Verse]
I might fade away from the sideline
She a bad bitch, she on my mind
I been getting gwap, getting hella dollars
Yo' bitch hit my line, I'm about to call her
Red, white, and blue, the pills I take
Boy I'm 'boutta flame you no Easy-Bake
Got her screaming my name like Metal Gear Snake
Got an Opioid addiction, don't think that I'll wake
Whip it in a four-door with my crew pulled up
Nah this ain't a matchbox, it’s a brand new truck
Don’t tell me your life story 'cause I don’t give a fuck
Me, my baby, and a foreign god damn that's us

[Interlude]
Yo, 637 gang
Yo, hard shit bruh
We, we lit as fuck, honestly
All these n***as cappin' when they ain't riding the wave
But like, shit
[Chorus]
I don’t feel like I can trust any of these n***as
I feel like I'm out here, I'm toting my trigger
I feel like I'm making these racks, oh
I feel like I'm boutta make seven more figures