[Intro]
Zayskillz
Wesley
Yeah, mhm
Kat Lightning made it, ya dig?
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sgpwes]
I keep that blick in my pocket (Huh)
I like that ho 'cause she toxic (Huh)
I fill my body with toxins (Huh)
Bitch, I go up like a rocket
Hop in that Tesla, I'm not finna park it
I dropped a bag when I walked in the market
My bitch is bad, got that bitch off the market
I got a A-C-O-G for my target
I'm in the Benz, switch it to start it up
I pour the drank, I'm finna double up
Walk in the party, my n***as, they fuck it up
Your bitch, she bad as hell, she finna suck it up
N***as be hiding I swear they be ducking us
Fuckin' that ho, you better not kiss her, bruh
My choppa hold fifty, my choppa hold hunnid, bruh
My hunnids blue, that shit look like a battle bus
Huh
He tryna fight like it's Tekken
She in my phone tryna see who I'm texting
She left me alone 'cause I fucked on her best friend
I set a bounty, I really wan' test
Talk to me wrong, man, you know I'ma end 'em
Talk to me wrong and you know I'ma deck 'em
She talking crazy, you know I'ma check her
Brazy on brazy, I'm not finna bless ya
I spent a band on some Vivienne Westwood
We finna run that boy out of his house
Came from the streets but he had a good childhood
Dunking on n***as, they calling me Westbrook
I'm back in school, I don't open my textbook
I just might finish this song without no hook
We finna put that lil boy in a sketchbook
Dakotaromani
[Verse 2: Slump6s]
Yeah, mhm
I get the money like yeah, mhm
Wanna be me, boy, you can't, mhm
She tried to take off her pants, mhm
She fuck with me 'cause I'm wealthy
I'm sipping lean, man, I know it ain't healthy
I got a white ho, think her name Kelly
Stick got a flash, man, it look like a selfie, mhm
I'm in a G8, I ain't talking 'bout T8
We finna catch his lil ass like it's EA
These n***as talking through screens like an e-date
Hit him with the scar, I ain't talking 'bout Ceeday
She ate my john, I ain't talking 'bout cena
I up the stick that gon' change his demeanor
Make sure the crib, it add up to a meter
I'm getting bands, I rack it like Sarena
Racks up in my pants, it's gon' fuck up my pockets
You don't got a stick, so that beef, better drop it
I'm smoking good tree like I live in the tropics
I stay with my clan, I ain't talking 'bout OpTic
Get hit with the stick, lil bro, it's not optional
I knock off his glasses, gon fuck up his optical
Then I fuck his bitch, he like "How is that possible?"
My gas is so loud that it ain't even audible
Hm, yeah, mhm
My brothers stay with that gat, mhm
We finna find where you at, mhm
1500 never lack, mhm
Bitch, I'ma hat, mhm
These n***as talk, man, they chat, mhm
Run in this bitch like a track, mhm
But let's not get into that, mhm