[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Funk or Die)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Look alive and keep your face up out your phone
I ain't spit a verse, she got me cummin' off the dome
I can't read no minds, you gotta tell me what you want
She gon' let me fuck 'cause I be doing what you don't
Stupid-ass bitch tryna judge me off my zodiac
Made a field goal, somebody show me where the Rollies at
Reachin' for a chain, we send his ass wherever Kobe at
Think she wanna fuck 'cause it ain't nowhere they don't know mе at

[Verse 2: Toohda Band$]
Yeah, I'm with the ShittyBoyz, but we'll gеt pissy
Pull up to the trap, baggin' packs, let's get busy
Fully switch on a G30, this my new glizzy
Bro said if we finna slide, don't use semis
These some G-Stars on my ass, I don't do Dickies
Bitch can't even touch me, she ain't payin', I don't do hickies
Free John, we was in the fin with like two fifties
I was sipping red way before I even knew Trippie

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
My headhunter from the East, I scoop her, then I shoot west
Scam, swipe, jugg, jam, ping, what I do best
Two-five-eight freeway, I don't do rest
7.62s, .223s, you gon' need two vests
Never sold a drug, bitch, I'm Mr. Drop a Fluke Check
Outta town blowing 'za, chillin' on the pool deck
Hundred-rounder, fifty-rounder, we don't really do steps
Hitman, take you out the game like you got two techs
[Verse 4: Skinny T]
We can get it started, n***a, let's get it poppin'
I had to get my ass up out the hood, 'cause I ain't have no option
I'm smoking Cookie, chilling at the crib, my bitch know I'm poppin'
Told Steve fuck that Kel-Tec, let's get a bigger chopper
I ain't wanna hit that lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck her partner
I used to fuck with dude, but he ain't cool, I'm tryna snipe my partner

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Ayy, knowin' I'm the cheater, treat my bitches like my math test
Real fraud bet, made a hundred in my last Tech
J-U-double-G, I made triple than your last check
Dee a splash bro, he shoot from range, you can ask Steph
Blower on me, he a hot head, we get him air conditioned
Only brought these ugly-ass shoes 'cause you can't wear them bitches
Extendo on the Glock 'bout longer than your bitch hair extension
Run it up for real, my ACLs, I might tear them bitches

[Verse 6: Philthy Rich]
Look, my bitches' asses fake, but they money real
I done seen at least ten, but need a hundred mil'
Told my white bitch she can go to hell
Drop a dub in my account, PayPal or Zelle
Gave Gary all blues, he gave me VS1s
ATF kicked my door, search warrant for guns
Two bitches in my bed, but I ain't fuck neither
She actin' stingy with the pussy 'cause I wouldn't eat her
[Outro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)