[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Pass me the drank

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake
I can make a n***a disappear like David Blaine
N***a, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain
How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?
I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan
I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout
Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out
That's a 36, this a 41
We is not the same, n***a I'm not one of them

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny & Lil Na]
You the type to pull up like "where the hoes at?"
I'm the type that's tryna hit a lick, like where the bowls at?
All those fuckin shots up in his neck like where his throat at?
.223's hit hard, Ed Reed
Bitches chase me, but i'm already married to the guap
N***a play with us, we gon come for your top
Pull up, shootin at ya fuckin snotbox
He think he boutta come out, get his food but he not
I'm behind the car with the fuckin Glock
Soon as he pop out, he gon feel 10 shots
You n***as playin on the 'net, we don't get into that
Tryna spin my block, the same day you know we spinnin back
I'm gettin money now, you know she gon do what I say
I just fucked for free, the word around is that she made you pay
Keep this glocky close, you know this bitch gon get you out the way
This bitch wanna see me, but I'm busy, told her "not today"
I'm on the block today, I hope that it ain't hot today
Spin a n***a block, shit we gon turn it to a holiday
They don't fuck around, I heard they caught him outta bounds
Whole city know we dangerous, n***as don't play with the town
What you need? We got it, yeah, come spin back around
What typa wheel you in so I can tell the gang to stand down
[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake
I can make a n***a disappear like David Blaine
N***a, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain
How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?
I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan
I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout
Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out
That's a 36, this a 41
We is not the same, n***a I'm not one of them

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny & Lil Na]
I just left my plug, he look like Tony Gonzalez
She said "It's a stain on your shirt" nah, this Prada
This shit off the top, I don't really gotta write it
N***a know that I been hot, shit I ain't really gotta find it
How I spend all this cash on my watch, I'm still late?
I just poured a four ounces up for Pimp's sake
I just put my...in her mouth like lemonade
My bitch hearin noises, she keep askin me "what's that?"
That's the money counter, it just ran through 50 flat
Ain't nobody out here, fuck that shit, spin again
We can't catch that pussy, we gon kill that n***a friend
And you know it's Saint Laurent world
You dissin on the dead, turn ya name to a world
And I gotta Glock that'll take down the world
You ain't got no guap, too bad, oh well
Catch a opp, now he tryna run, Lamar Jackson
Fuck that, n***a, turn his face into ashes
[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]
Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake
I can make a n***a disappear like David Blaine
N***a, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain
How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?
I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan
I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout
Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out