[Intro: Big Hit]
Mic check

[Verse 1: Big Hit]
Last night was a motherfucker
I'm still high as a motherfucker
N***a, I don't 'member nothin'
Blood, don't ask me nothin'
Never pick for no information
I don't know 'bout no situation
All I know, I was really wasted
Kill all this interrogation
My heart don't pump no fear
Pump big bread, pumped up on the Lear
Posted up pump on the yachts, top tier
All that pump fakin' get you pumped up with this lead
I pump zaza, blicks from Nicaragua
I don't pump all that ra-ra
I just pump riders
RAV4 with the 'draulics
Kinky fetish for dollars, I got a problem
Moisans and 'yac, on bloods
Smoke kush like crack
Zips back-to-back, whole pound is my smoke sack
Never sell, only blow wax
Get you bushwhacked
I just order up gats
Push buttons, bick back, watch your wake retract
Piggyback off a primary
If I go 830, more books than a library
Twist squarеs like a Rubik's Cube
Get 'еm crossed like Rube'd do, you know the rules
Get blerped, just be bool
Zip your lips, I'll bail you soon
You know I'ma cash out one of these magical jewels
K's under the rug like a magical broom
Oh, you magical, dude? I got the magical tools
Do the disappear act when the Magnum blew
[Chorus: Big Hit]
I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh
Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo
Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom
Own a tool, just stab 'em, Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'?
I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh
Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo
Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom
Own a tool, just stab 'em, Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'?

[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
On the 210 pushin'
Think about the homies that I lost to them bullets
They call it Rose City, that's how beautiful the hood is
Last night was blurry like UFO footage
Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night
Had a bad dream I was in the middle of a fight
Opened up my eyes right before I got blasted
Act up on n***as, but I'm not active
I'm usin' every beat for my therapy
If it's really meant, then you gotta let it be
Tony Fontana way out in Tel-Aviv
Keep my shit private to avoid jealousy
Yeah, the envy is heavy
I put a new engine inside of my Chevy
I barely hear from 'em if it ain't 'bout fetty
That's family for you, I still love 'em dearly
Most never gon' see numbers I put up yearly
Homie, it's a marathon, I'm runnin' on facts
Off-balance like a basehead runnin' on crack
Stay solid, keep workin', I'm bettin' on that
It's a bet, I'm bettin' on me
I'm happy they freed Big Hit, no three
'23 Maybach movin' at a slow creep
I ain't even choose the game, man, the game chose me
That's deep
[Chorus: Big Hit]
I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh
Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo
Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom
Own a tool, just stab 'em, Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'?
I got stallions in the stable, mold 'em like the Play-Doh
Now they runnin' plays with yayo like I'm Tony Yayo
Scoop up Tony Fontana in that flamed-up Phantom
Own a tool, just stab 'em, Pasadena, whoop, what's happenin'?