[Intro: Eddy Baker + Xavier Wulf + Celes Karter]
You see that
That's a staple of the OnSomeShit brand
You that n***a, hahahahahaha
We off the dome, freestyle
Yeah

[Pre-Verse 1: Celes Karter]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I got Baker in the back rolling up
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Woah, let that shit ride
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Healthy Boyz Cartel
Free [?]
Yeah, rock
Uh

[Verse 1: Celes Karter]
I just hit for around eleven-teen bricks
Hoe, I can't wait, I gotta go get it
Get away car, skr, that's a Honda Civic
Uh, I don't got no heart for a hoe ass n***a
I don't got a dime for a broke bitch
Hoe this game ain't free and you know this
I don't got no love for the weak, yeah
I don't got no love for police, yeah
I'm outta town, every week, and over sleeping
Binge drinking, I don't want your hoe
Cause she be Soundcloud eating
I just popped a geeker
Can't fuck your bitch, she a tweaker
You n***as is some leakers
I'm on No Jumper
I'm not Lil Pump-er
Put the gauge in your mouth, I'mma squeeze
Guaranteed, n***as drop to their knees
Bitch please, Celes please
Please don't squeeze
When I pull up, all these n***as on freeze, uh
When I pull up, all your bitches on me, uh
If they on the team, even want Jeffery
I do not know, uh, why they blow my phone up
Yup, bitch, hold up
Got my neck froze up
Yuh
[Break: Celes Karter]
They know how I'm coming
Healthy Boyz 2017
All off the head
They know what it is
Yeah, yeah
Baker come rock this shit out

[Pre-Verse: Eddy Baker]
Alright, bitch
Alright

[Verse 2: Eddy Baker]
Bitch I just roll
Hang out with my bros
I'm fucking these hoes
I'm killing my foes
I'm dodging the po
My n***a got gold
Around his neck
Young n***a getting the check
Money, power, and respect
Bitch, I pull up with the TEC
Pussy n***a get wet
Young n***a get the checks
Young n***a get the cash
Got the drugs in the dash
Bitch you know that I'm rolling
Drugs on me, I'm holding
Passenger Kelly Rowland
Fat ass, big ass titties
Know we stay, with the Whitney
Young n***a, yeah, I spit silly
And you know, give her wet willies
Up in her ear
Hot like a lear
I have no fear
Bitch
I'm drunk off a beer
Drugs everywhere
I'm up in the trap
I trap and I rap
The real is back
Bitch, don't get, hit with the gat
Pussy ass n***a
You is a rat
And that is a fact
Put a pussy ass n***a up in the box like Jack
If I can't stash the drugs in my nuts, then I stash it in my hat
Young n***a got a bunch of drugs up in the backpack
I'm rocking designer
This shit ain't from China
This shit is from Italy
Bottle bitches, they be digging me
Ay, ay
G like Biggie be
G like Biggie Smalls
Boss n***a not tall
Yeah, I want it all