[Intro]
Ayy, Kodak (Gang), all about my skrilla (Yeah)
Kodak, yeah
Yeah, this that motherfucker right here (Pah-pah, baow)
Yeah, right here, this song here (Ayy, haha)
Bitch, bitch, I love that (Fah, fah, fah)
(Gnarley everything, ho)
Motherfucker, yeah, uh

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I feel like Yak, all about my skrilla (Ayy, Yak)
Ayy, bitch, I feel like an ape, all I hang around is real gorillas (Yeah, real gorillas, haha)
My Draco ready for whatever come its way (Bah), I named that bitch Brunilda (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, white bitch ready to suck my ****, I don't know her name, I just call that bitch Janelle (Call that bitch Janelle, brrt)
Yeah, n***a, I see you, we make family members, sayin', "Wish you luck" (Damn)
Yeah, we thought he was cut (Uh-uh), that n***a soft (Uh-uh), just like bird, n***a (Yeah, bitch)
You know we finna get Cutt outside, lil' n***a, this my favorite word (I swear, bah)
Yeah, I put a grip on the bottom my chop just so I could I am it better (Fft, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

[Interlude]
Come here, come here, n***a (Ha)
Yeah, you
Bitch, Big Faceshot Gang, Hop Out Gang, big 2SG, free Rachi (Six)
Long live Crazy, long live Fifty, now we hard, let's go (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I be with real slimes, they walk around with rattle (Aight, come on)
Yeah, dumb-ass n***a fucked around, spoke on that gang (Bah), his mama lightin' candles (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, big boy Drac', this a 7.62, you get hit with this bitch (Yeah), you get knocked out yourself (Vfft)
Yeah, my lil' shooter, he be ready to shoot with that bitch, but the young n***a still got handles
Yeah, I go hard, I ball like Remble (I ball)
I got Wockhardt in my Fanta
Ayy, I got a big bag just like Santa (Santa)
Yeah, I got a thick bitch, she from Atlanta (She from Atlanta)
Yeah, I ain't never worried 'bout shit, I got ten, Lil Flip in the cut like Fredo Santana (Like Fredo Santana)
Yeah, I been fuckin' his bitch for a hour, his bitch told me I got so much stamina (Hahaha)
They turnt him up, n***a get hit with some rounds
Ayy, she a nat, that lil' ho a bouncer
Ayy, he a ho, they don't want no cats
Ayy, police ask me, I don't got no answer
Ayy, fucked around, tried to hit the stash
Ayy, this a 'Cat, bitch, we doin' the dash (Skrrt)
N***a my son, he just like Steve Nash (Come on)
I spent five K just for exotic bags
This ain't my car, but, bitch, I'm goin' fast (Yeah)
This ain't my car, I don't give a fuck if I crash
I catch an opp right now, on six, I crash (Boom)
Ayy (Boom), GetRich out his top, but he in his bag (Boom)
[Outro]
In his bag, n***a
Yeah, big boy Drac', I named that bitch Brunilda
Bitch, big 2SG