[Intro: GetRichZay]
You hear that?
I'm smokin' this dead-ass opp right now
And I'm in the booth with that motherfuckin' yummy, bitch
Six shit, get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit
Stay in your lane, bitch
'Cause you know we bust brains quick
Gang (Gang)

[Verse 1: GetRichZay]
Yeah, mini Draco pah-pah, uh, put his ass on channel six (Yeah)
Ayy, .308, bitch, heavyweight, this bitch shoot straight through the brick (Boom)
Ayy, get that bitch some pipe one time and send that lil' ho through assist
Ayy, you know we don't fuck with fours, me and the bros be pourin' six (Gang)
Ayy, put a brick on top his head (Yeah), he get hit for thirty-six (Aight)
Ayy, brand new Glock came with a drum (Where it at?), but I only put it in thirty-six (Come on)
Ayy, broski just came home (Yeah), he beat that case, his ass been thuggin' since (Gang)
Ayy, junkies hit my phone, she took some shit, her ass been buggin' six (Ooh, ooh)
Ayy, let her ten stood out one time her dumb ass been come in six (Damn)
Ayy, we just rolled another opp, we sparked his ass, then closed the V
Ayy, n***a say he'll smoke with us, we at your door like, "Pay your rent" (Yeah)
Not let me catch me no opp right now (Aight), bitch, I'ma crash and leave him dead (Come on)
Ayy, Coke, they must think we 'round like we ain't active (Coke, aight, come on)
Ayy, super active, n***a caught a faceshot for a stupid caption (Bah)
I just dropped my tape like a week ago, now, bitch, I'm back in action (Gang, aight, come on)
Ayy, we just spinned they block like a week ago, now, aight, come on
[Verse 2: Cocaine Mali]
Uh, uh, uh
GetRich, we the ones with all these hats (Ayy, we the ones), n***as ain't got nothin' (Ain't got nothin')
Kickdoor, keep your double Bs like they some black 1s (Boom, boom)
Keep a glick, I keep a pole (Grrt), that started off with cap guns
Fast forward, years later, ain't think I was gon' clap nothin'?
You dumb as fuck (You dumb as fuck), think I ain't gon' hit shit up? (What?)
The last n***a tried, I fixed him up (I fixed him up)
Outside smoke through, picked him up
Why you cuffed that nat, nat? (Nat, nat) She gon' drop her drawers here (Drawers here)
Fire my shit on lock, you'll make a thirty off my phone, n***a (Make a thirty off my phone, n***a)
Six n***as don't fuck with you, I don't get along with you (I don't get along with you)
In the club, that lit it up they thought I dropped a bomb, n***a (Boom, boom)
And we got thot, thots, yeah (Grrt), we got Glock, Glock (Grrt)
Switchy for a top opp, Glock came with the black box (Fft)
I was locked up in a county, thuggin' on a black top
Ayy, GetRich, that's my brother there, for him, you catch a faceshot (Grrt)
Ayy, switch it up, fft, fft, hit him (Fft), now he twitchin' up
I can't find no drops or no Wocky, damn, I'm sick as fuck
I'm finna get some hours in the stu', lil' bitch, come eat me up
Your boyfriend got a 'vert, just stole a pole that he know he won't bust
Whole triple P, I might just drop it all in one point (Drop it all in one point)
Opp up on the Faygo, but see me, I'd rather send them shots (Boom, boom, boom)
We outside all day, I ain't tryna bend the block (Grrt)
Ayy, Fifty tryna put thirty-day tags over a rental car