[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Get in there, ooh
Style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out the bank on me
Put a dick in your bitch, got your main cumming
Get in there, so many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players, no clowns in it
If a n***a 'round me he a boss n***a
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Ooh trappin' that dope on Candler
I got them hundreds on me like a scammer
White and black bitch, fuck 'em both like a panda
I got more ho ho hoes than Santa
I got double G on top of my sandals
Walk in the club and my diamonds is dancing
I put a whole four in a Fanta
This chopper for monkeys, it got a banana
Smoking gelato in the Phantom
Fucking different bitches random
Strapped the fuck up, call me MC Hammer
Too much money, n***a ain't got no manners
Walk in the trap, it look like a gun store
My chopper it come with a huncho
More money, more problems, who want more?
What the fuck you think I brought the gun for?
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Get in there, ooh
Style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out the bank on me
Put a dick in your bitch, got your main cumming
Get in there, so many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players, no clowns in it
If a n***a 'round me he a boss n***a
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer

[Verse 2: Lil Quill]
If a n***a 'round me he a boss
I do the dash in the foreign, got the flag comin' out it
A whole QP in the loft
I'm finna bust down this bag of the Cali
Got a hundred on me right now
But I'm still finna go to the bank 'cause I gotta make a withdrawl
Sound off, [?] go raow
Pull up on a n***a in a tank, pull up, we airing shit out
Get in there
Ain't even had the shit, had to spend in there
Goyard for my tote, got a mil in there
Got a leather bucket seat, tryna sit in there
No you can't get in there
Style on 'em
Ten piece, lemon pepper, got the mild on 'em
I hit the booth and I'm going overdrive on 'em
Six figures just on one car, you think that I want to ride with you?
[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Get in there, ooh
Style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out the bank on me
Put a dick in your bitch, got your main cumming
Get in there, so many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players, no clowns in it
If a n***a 'round me he a boss n***a
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer