[Intro: tana]
I don't think I understand
Mm-mm, yeah
Ayy, yeah, what, yeah
Stop playin' with me and Lil Luis, man, just got off the FiveM, hahaha
Stop with that shit, man
Nah, they ain't even knowin' 'bout the leash man, gotta get off that though
Backwoods on the case
Backwood, smoke it to the face
I'm not one of these little boys, I will really kill one of y'all n***as, man

[Verse 1: tana]
I had to get off the leash
I had to block her, and then go delete
Me and Luisss used to sleep in the street
Smoke gas, go to sleep, and repeat
Hit her raw, and then I don't clean the sheets
Hit her, kick her out, and then go to sleep
Wake up, count some money, then brush my teeth
I had to get off the leash, and then go
So many times I could've killed yo' bro
So many times I could have smoked his pack
So many times yo' girl was rubbin' my back
So many times I could've stole yo' pack
Called up lil' Maajins, told him, "Send me a pack"
I kept it real 'cause I can't fold on my slatt
You kept it fake, I heard you told,and you rat, gang
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
I got off the leash, told that boy to get lost
I got yo' bitch favorite song on TikTok
I'm in yo' house posted with a big Glock
I got a shooter, he lookin' like BabySantana, he kind of little with some dreadlocks
Glock 19 with a beam at ya headtop
Pull out the AK-47, aim it at you, that's a dead opp
And I got that lil n***a wonderin', like, "What is this shit on my head?" It's a red dot
And I wouldn't go fuck on that bitch, but I'm gettin' that throat 'cause that ho' give the best top
I'm finna slide on that n***a three times with the K, think I'm in the Klan
Bitch, I got a Glock 9, make him rewind, got a fuck-boy pissin' his pants
If you tryna fuck, damn, you out of luck, had to tell that bitch she ain't got a chance
Slide into yo' hood, n***a, like, "What's good?" What's up in this wood? N***a, that's yo' mans
What's up in this wood? N***a, that's yo' brother
Damn, I got a cutter
You know my Glock got a dick, yo' Glock got a dick, no Lil Nas X, they fuckin' each other
And I'm not finna cap, I'm not with the funs, let's put down the guns, let's see who is tougher
And I'm not finna cap, your mom is a slut, might pop out the cut, and fuck on ya mother
And I'm not finna cap, when I hit from the back, that shit was a act, I'm yvngxchris Tucker
And I'm not finna cap, post up in the trap, bitch, I got the strap, but yvngxchris tuck her (What?)
You get it? (Nah) But my n***a, that shit was simple (Okay)
I heard that lil' n***a got class in a second, I might give him early dismissal (Okay)
And I really be lovin' my damn AK, but I might hit his ass with the pistol (Okay)
And I might go hit him with the TEC, like a ref when he blowin' the whistle (Like, okay, b–)

[Verse 3: Tanathan]
Send her in a Honda, got an Aventadoor
Rich in yo' head, but you know that you penny poor
Tana and Chris gonna pull up wit' sticks
We gon' pull up and blitz
Now the opps ain't here anymore
Optimus, Tanathan is in his prime
Cannabis, dank goin' down to my spine
Really rich, you know that me, Santana and Chris really rich
You know that me, Santana & Chris intimate
I got a stick and a bomb, yeah, I'm winnin' this
Maajins be mad 'cause every beat, I'm killin'
Ain't talkin' contruction when I say I'm drillin'
I don't got no feelings, but I know you feelin' this
Rich in my mental, I think I'm a billionaire
Killin' this beat, I think that I'm a killionaire
Talkin' that trash, but you softer than Build-A-Bear
Eatin' yo' girl and I don't need no silverware
Dual wield Glocks, Nix
Keep my girl on lock
I ain't talkin' Zip'
Choppa, it go grrah
I think that I'm Zyg
Talk and you get popped
Poppin' off yo' lid
She give me top in the droptop
Wipin' off her lip, she think I'ma pimp
Just got off the leash, now I gotta dip
Just got off the leash, now I gotta dip