[Intro: Slump6s]
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
C'mon (Hollywood J)
C'mon, c'mon

[Chorus: Slump6s]
Huh, I just want the cash, cash (Let do it)
How this shit make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n***a green like Cash App
I just put [?] fucking SnapChat (Let's go)
Hoe wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't fuck that lil' hoe, that's nasty
Got then rackies comin' in, gladly
Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make
Woke up, I got some fashion habits
Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay
Opp ass n***a wanna check my status
I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane
All my brothers, they ball March Madness
Don't get hit with that stick, baby
I don't want shit to end up tragic for ya
[Verse 1: Slump6s]
I'm in that Maybach, [?]
[?]
That bitch my [?], no, I can't stand the hoe
I need a medic, lean got me talkin' slow
Big body truck, bitch I know how to park it though
[?], I'ma lob it though
I'm smokin' strong, yeah this blunt got me coughin', hoe
My bitch got orange hair like Kim Possible
[?]
He got hit, [?]
Yo bitch pulled up on me, how I stop the hoe?
Skrrt up out of here, yeah, my team they unstoppable
Wock in my cup, but I don't need no doctor for it
Everything I got on me, you could not afford
Don't try one of my n***as, they knockin' doors
Don't try one of my hoes, 'cause [?]
N***a stealin' my flow, thinkin' no one knows
Real n***a, ain't puttin' on no persona
Heard they rockin' fake shit, so we don't endorse 'em
[?]
Ride 'round skrrtin' in a [?], turn lil' bro to a hashtag
N***a want smoke, we can match that
Only want guap, where the racks at? Yeah

[Chorus: Slump6s]
Huh, I just want the cash, cash (Let do it)
How this shit make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n***a green like Cash App (Yeah)
I just put [?] fucking SnapChat (Let's go)
Hoe wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't fuck that lil' hoe, that's nasty (Woo)
Got then rackies comin' in, gladly (Woo)
Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make
Woke up, I got some [?]
Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay
Opp ass n***a wanna check my status
I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane
All my brothers, they ball March Madness
Don't get hit with that stick, baby (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I don't want shit to end up tragic (Bop)
[Verse 2: Lil Gnar, Slump6s]
Don't wanna see you again (Don't wanna see you again)
We put a hole in yo chest (We put a hole in yo-, blatt)
I was just smokin' a cig', baby (Bop, bop, bop)
I was just holdin' my breath (Bop, bop)
I got a double C, baby (I got a double C)
My bitch in love with Chanel
I'm finna put that flag on 'em, we finna send them to Hell (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Big body Tonka, hoe, [?]
I'm gettin' dough, like I'm workin' for Dominos (Yeah)
[?] mo'fucking partner, though
Like I went fishin', can't catch me without a pole
[?]
Since I had started, I knew I was chosen
7.62 hit his leg, now he broken
Spin in the 'cat, get it motherfuckin' stolen
I'm in the hot box, I'm 'bout to flame shit (What?)
Drive in the Rolls truck, I'm with my main bitch
I just hopped out the Benz, went to the bank, bitch
Yo n***a ain't havin' no cash, he can't even make rent (Boop, boop, boop)

[Chorus: Slump6s]
I just want the cash, cash (Let do it)
How that shit make me a bad man? (Let do it)
Most these n***a green like Cash App (Yeah)
I just put [?] fucking SnapChat (Let's go)
Hoe wan' eat me up, and that's that
I be smokin' za' like CashNasty
I can't fuck that lil' hoe, that's nasty
Got then rackies comin' in, gladly
Yeah, woke up, I had a bag to make
Woke up, I got some fashion habits
Slime said, "Get you a bag", okay
Opp ass n***a wanna check my status
I'm in that motherfuckin' fast lane
All my brothers, they ball March Madness
Don't get hit with that stick, baby (Boop, boop, boop)
I don't want shit to end up tragic (Bop)
[Outro: Slump6s]
Ayy, top dog, the most hated
N***a know what the fuck goin' on
Been countin' up the most bread, been havin' the most bitches, been havin' the most motion
You know? That goes for everything (Hollywood J)
I don't want see nothin' end up tragic
(If I catch another motherfucker talkin' sweet about Slump, I'm fuckin' slumpin' 'em)
(I'm not fuckin' playin' no more)