[Intro]
Hey, glumboy
Where you at, yvngxchris?

[Verse 1: yvngxchris]
I'm on the block with a Ruger
That boy talkin' crazy, I might have to do it
That Christian Dior n***a, I'm lookin' cooler
Bitch, I never lack and I stay with my shooter
She tryna finesse so I might have to shoot her
If you not givin' neck then you catchin' a Uber
Got another bitch, she 'bout to slide to the crib
He slime gang so I'm wipin' his lip
Bitch, I'm never lackin', that Glock in the whip
That dirty ass bitch gave me top in the whip
You talkin' that shit then my n***as on ten
That Glock my bitch, no, we not friends
"Man, yvngxchris broke," bitch, I got bands
I keep the Glock on me 'cause I never know but you won't understand

[Verse 2: thrxsh]
I keep the Glock and the Ruger tucked
Walk in the party, I think I'ma shoot it up
Keep poppin' the molly, I know that bi'h zooted up
We gettin' money, that shit is not new to us
Hop in the Mase', don't fuck with a school bus
Damn, she gave me top in the drop
I put a beam and a scope on the chop'
I put a beam and a scope on the opps
We slimin' his block and he callin' the cops
He play with the gang, I put him on Fox
Bitch, give me that brain, I'm not tryna talk
Damn, they be like, "That's where you been at"
Oh, that's your bitch? My n***a, I been in that
I do not beef with no n***as on internet
If he talkin' money, my n***a, I'm into that
[Verse 3: VI$ION]
Slimin' a n***a, bitch, I'm really into that
Ran off with his pack and I told him, "Come get it back"
(Pew) Hunnid-round drum at his Fendi cap
Robbin' the plug, I told his ass, "Gimme that"
Shoutout my buzzer, he stay in the A
You don't wanna die? Then son, stay away
Told that lil' thottie, "Bitch, gimme some space"
I got to go bitch, is you givin' me face?
They thought I was buggin' when I was thirteen and I bought a new piece
That bitch want my dick when I pull out the breesh
I ain't lovin' no ho, I ain't wifin' no treesh
Lovin' this money, I'm cuffin' the green
My n***as slime and my n***as be grinchin'
He diss on the 'Gram, he just want attention
Uh, school on the opps, Scottie Pippen
That n***a so mad, we passin' his missus