[Intro]
(You—)
(You have no heart)
(Pick up the phone)
(Hoodrich)

[Verse]
My n***as be sippin' on yak, I'm finna go beat up this bitch from the back
Lil' n***as ain't from the trap, bitch, I gotta move tact'
Told that bitch, "It's facts," yuke can't get attached
Yuke's style unmatched, see 12, my n***as gon' blast
All of your n***as gon' dash, all of your n***as gon' switch up
With the clique, and we cliqued up
Now your bitch say she miss us