[Intro: Yak Yola]
In and out of shit
Hoppin' in and out
Uh

[Refrain: Yak Yola]
Hoppin' in and out of shit, back the foreigns down back to back
Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, bitch, I never lack
Hundred hundreds in my bankroll
Three days, same clothes
This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes
Hoppin' in and out of shit, back the foreigns down back to back
Caddy truck, cameras everywhere, bitch, I never lack
Hundred hundreds in my bankroll
Three days, same clothes
This new money, trust me, if it's not, I don't change clothes

[Verse 1: Yak Yola]
Cold case, shoot him in his shit, uh, case closed
Bust down, stones everywhеre, bitch, chain froze
Big body huggin' both lanes, it's comin' both ways
Morе grindin', I been playin' less and now I'm more paid

[Chorus: Yak Yola]
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches—
[Verse 2: Yak Yola & Doe Boy]
Ayy, bitch, I been that n***a, uh, every since I left the porch
Mom told me up my grade, bitch, I was tryna up the torch
I wasn't runnin' 'round no hall, I was tryna up the score
She think I'm thinkin' with my dick, I wasn't worryin' 'bout no ho (Doe Beezy, let's go)

[Verse 3: Doe Boy]
Uh, come through spinnin' back to back (Buh, buh, buh)
Shoot this bitch like Kobe, then I pass the blick to Baby Shaq (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Countin' up these stacks, fuck around and have the rack attack (Racks, racks, racks, rack)
We let choppers clap, bitch, I let these fuckin' rappers rap (You think I'm playin'?)
Grab the stick from Yak, uh, finna hit the opp block (Grrah)
She outside, you get your mother shot, you sweet, butterscotch (Grrah)
Hundreds in this mop and I got a hundred in my chop (Let's go)
I put thirty on my Glock and I put thirty on your top, ho (Oh, really?)
Boss man Beezy, I live like I'm El Chapo (Doe Beezy)
Tryna put the play down, I don't trust her, I'll pop a ho (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Beezy on your ass, let your partners know (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
You jump in this beef, you dead, Geronimo, let choppers go, uh (Oh, really?)

[Chorus: Yak Yola]
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run
Uh-huh
They, they like, "Yak, I hope you grindin'," I'm like, "Uh-huh"
Bitch, I make my shooters spin your block 'til the law come
Then I make 'em spin again soon as the law gone
Wave that TEC and watch 'em scatter just like roaches, they gon' all run