[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Ss, huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep
Every n***a I fuck with, they— ss, every n***a I fuck with, they use they feet
Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it), we gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches
We gon' start by cuttin' every n***a off that ain't handlin' fuckin' business
I remember them places them guns got buried, I remember them days them bullets flew over my head
I remember the fully— frr, frr, by my dreads
Huh, I'll give a man they props
It ain't real if hе ain't shot, should've been shot
That shit he showin', I think that's all he got
I ain't gon' liе, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Uh, this shit done got serious, I told every n***a I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some n***as locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young n***as that'll really come chop up your home
Ss, this shit got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
Ss, this shit got serious, I know some n***as that's never comin' home
Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links
Huh, ss, I had the hood Fox and them on security right 'cross the street, ss

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
'Cause they know I got more checks to pick up
Huh, they know I'ma chop it right with 'em
Huh, they know I got a career, if it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em
Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit
I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit
Huh, I ain't the type of n***a to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit
Huh, I know a couple n***as that done broadcast this shit, got hit in they shit (Smoked)
I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swing on this bitch
Huh, if I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch
[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Man, they ain't never seen no motherfuckin' Fox link up with a GOAT, you know that
Go (Man, what?)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Sneaky like a fox 'til his broski died, some n***as hate to box (Go)
.223 to his cranium, now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (Brrah)
Fuckin' on an opp bitch, fuck a location, my shooters gon' stay in the car (Stay in the car)
Fuckin' on a top bitch, she told me personally Wuk can stay and watch (Go)
N***as count your pockets (Woo), n***as be thinkin' they you (Yeah)
Makin' me a topic like he'll make profit money off of DJU (Bitch)
Courtside at the Sky game, hundred on me, tellin' Angel Reese to shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot)
Drac' on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two
Street n***as get robbed for anything, that's how they image reduce (Yeah)
All type of baddies be on me heavy, I might send 'em to Zeus (Yeah)
Same n***a in the feds who had your back, send that n***a a deuce (Yeah)
Pushin' P, not a truce, matter of fact, tell J Mane to send me some Whoops (Whoop)
Hellstar with a Louis bucket, y'all know Smurk be thuggin' (Facts)
I still play Lil Zay at my family function, man, fuck my cousin
I don't look up to n***as we call OGs, them n***as ain't taught me nothin' (Go)
Daddy went to jail and he left that money, them n***as ain't bought me nothin' (N***as ain't)
N***as paid five thou'-wow for a pint, mm, this shit got serious (Shit got serious)
Janky ass tryna sue Smurk for a show, better go sue your veneers (Yeah)
You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down, how they know who you killed? (Go)
You talk too much, lil' brother, calm down, the feds know who you is (Go, man, what?)