[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert & Doe Boy]
That n***a said fuck me, his bitch like me and he broker than me
Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy
Oh, really?
Sip (Sip)
Yeah (What? What?)
Clean (What?)
Gang (Gang, what? What?)
Gang (What?)
Let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pills turned a n***a to a junkie (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, junkie)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, Southside, ayy, Southside, muddy)
Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin', he play with this shit, get bloody (Let's go, brrt)
I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin, he really a savage (Okay), he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Ha)
Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (That's crazy, fool)
Young n***a flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumpеd me (I'm cuttin' a, cuttin' a check)
God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Namе it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' n***a ain't know nothin' (No, no)
His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Oh, really?)

[Verse 1: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Went to his mama house, shot up her crib, said we went too far (Said we went too far, brrt, brrt)
Can't catch me in traffic, 160 the dash, can't hit this car (Skrrt, skrrt)
He think she faithful, she meet a rich n***a, his bitch get bought (Mwah)
Same n***a I used to smack up, bitch, when you get this hard? (That's crazy, pussy)
Trauma teach these lil' n***as they better not play with the bird (Uh-uh, Freebandz)
I got this fifty, get murdered, can't go out like Ja Rule on earth (Don't do that, Doe Beezy)
He tried to jump in the streets and his brains got left on the curb (Bitch-ass n***a)
Geekin' off pills, I wanna shoot everything that get on my nerves (Brrt, brrt, think I'm playin'?)
Friday, ride through they hood on a bike, might kick they trash (Might kick they trash)
But I'm Doe Beezy, I ain't lil' Chris, ain't a n***a gon' whip my ass (What? What? Fool), you dig?
Lambo' too fast, better get out the way when I'm backin' out (Skrrt, woo, yoom, shit)
Go get a shooter, we shoot up the n***a he braggin' 'bout (Brrt, brrt, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I call his bitch and I'm smashin', she know a young n***a havin' (Young n***a havin', Freebandz)
He come 'round here actin', castin', he gon' end up in a casket (Grrt, grrt, doo, doo, doo)
I'll have my shooter pull up, hit his basket (Swish)
Said he want drama, my n***as dramatic (Let's go)
RBMG, murder fanatic (Gang)
These n***as bitches, belong in a pageant (Pussy)
I can't fuck with him, he ratted (No, no)
Fuck wit' 'em, we make you get him tatted (Let's go)
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, I bet he gon' panic, I reach for his Patek (Nah, for real)
Heard he was ballin', so I sent a hitter, my youngin came through and he batted (Brrt, brrt)
Rollie don't tick-tock, but reach for this bitch, watch, this bitch gon' start dancin'
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, man, that bitch ain't nothin', I ain't even really want her touch, yeah (Oh, really?)
Put together all my rhymes, but I'm far from a buster
Make your bitch wait in line (Line, line), n***as gotta catch up just like mustard (Ayy)
Every girl with me probably done sucked somethin'
She said, "You got on too much money" (Ayy)
She know my bitch gave her hush money (Ayy, shh)
I buy Louis V like hush puppies (Ayy, yeah)
I don't gotta eat, got drug stomach (Yeah)
Take a G6, I feel like I got vomit (Ugh, yeah)
Gettin' money, I swear that I got hot (What?)
I remember, used to sleep on the cot (Yeah, huh?)
Drug lord, yeah, my neck, it got rocks (Rocks)
I love whores, but she love all the guap (Uh)
Now she in my tracts while suckin' up cock (Ugh)
Baby diamonds lay on my Gucci socks (Yeah)
Stay with beams on the bottom of my Glock (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Pull out fifty-seven, I just opened the lock (Yeah)
Man, I knew I had it because I got a lot
So many cars, I need to go buy a lot
Bitch, I'm hot like a Cheeto, black like Don Cheadle (Oh)
Oh, that's your baby? Put her in fetal (Uh)
Eternal Atake, open her keyhole (Yeah)
Got a D-Eagle, clip on it see through (Oh)
I got the Draco, don't think you heard me (Yeah)
I make it fly just like a birdie (Brr)
N***as, they fake like a Perc' 30 (Yeah)
Put holes in his shirt, just like a jersey (Brr)
N***as, they think that we cool (Yeah)
Like Black Eyed Peas, I will fuck on your bitch just like she Fergie (Yeah)
Did it on purpose, Birkin, I purse it (Yeah)
In front of the opps, act like a virgin (Ayy)
When that shit come, took all this purging (Ayy)
The killers fuck with me, they gon' reimburse me (Ayy)
Marni on Marni, bitch, I can get nerdy (Ayy)
Pink diamonds on me, they look just like Kirby (Ayy)
She arch from the back, man, that bitch keep it sturdy (Ayy)
Drive around NYC like I'm not dirty (Oh, really? Ayy)
[Chorus: Doe Boy & Lil Uzi Vert]
Pills turned a n***a to a junkie (Ayy, junkie, skrrt)
Came out the mud, sip muddy (Ayy, the muddy, Doe Beezy)
Geekin', ho, peon be thinkin' I'm lackin' (Ayy), he play with this shit, get bloody (Doe Beezy, pussy)
I tweak out with this thirty (Thirty)
Hit the mall, blow a whole thirty (Let's go)
My youngin, he really a savage, he caught him a body and thought it was funny (Caught him, caught him a body)
Pussy-ass boy said fuck me, really just mad 'cause his bitch wanna fuck me (Fool)
Young n***a flexin', I play with a check, ain't no bitch that can say that she dumped me (Fool)
God in the hood, I run it (I run it)
Name it, I done it (I done it, yeah)
Lil' n***a ain't know nothin' (No)
His bitch only thing 'round him bussin' (Little-ass n***a, scary-ass n***a, oh, really?)

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, this lil' bitch, she bussin' (Oh, really?)
Yeah, then we shot at that n***a cousin
Oh, really? (Yeah)