[Verse 1: Dreezy]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
Cut them off like newborns
All these bitches better stay in line, like they tryna cop some new Jordans
I'm rocking bitches like lullabies
My money stacked about ceiling high
I'm checked up like doctors
Acting bitches need Oscars
I break a band like Katie do
And I give these n***as no feelings
These bitches watching like wittnesses
And I'm flexin on them like gymnistes
Rest in peace
My n***as be tryna eat
The money we be running, and [?] feet
[?] up on me some [?]
[?]
Running shit til I'm out of breath
If they tryna stop me, I'm [?]
And I'm balling hard, I don't need a reff
And I'm eating rappers, don't need a chef
And I been the shit, they smelling me
My kicks [?]
My dread hair look [?]
And if your mouth [?] try spelling bees
'Cause we knock a ho
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
Fuck a bitch [?]
Pick a group of broads that's gon' do the squad, they ain't sucking dick, they ain't the right kind
I ain't trickin money, bitch, I like [?]
Pussy only call me when it's nighttime
When I'm in and out, I call it [?]
[?] hotter than a [?]
[?] call it spray [?]
[?]
[?] and I am not lieing
N***as can't compare, so they should stop trying
See [?] this the ice [?]
Like a chandelier, this the right kind
[?] bright shine
But you shouldn't [?] 'cause it might [?]
I like [?] 750
In the Astin Martin [?]
I'm a really [?] 'cause I'm 'bout that
And them bitches flying like I'm southwest
And it's Lil Herbo, I'm a young n***a
Gotta get money and forever flex
I ain't worried 'bout no fuck n***as
If they fuck with us, get them in the chest

[Verse 3: Katie Got Bandz]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
We shoot guns like [?]
Don't fuck around on my home court
I'm shooting shit like Steve [?]
Still [?] my mans [?]
Katie drilling, get bands [?]
Still riding around in that backseat
That 30 round, my hood know
See the opps, I will blow
No lackin, bitch, I will go
Face to face like tango
[?]
I'll make them eat a shell, no taco
Show no love to these oppos
Me [?] game [?]
[?] opp [?]
Knock a ho out her boy shorts
Smoke a bitch like Newport
Riding foreign, that new sport
Hella dirty [?] white [?]
30 shots better hit [?]
Bullits blow, that shit hurt
No leg shots, put her on a shirt
Straight knock a ho out her boy shorts
Bandz!
[Verse 4: Lil Bibby]
Riding round, smoking dope
With Relly Rell, Lil Chris at the 30
Gonna knock an opp out his [?]
These n***as be bitches
He get 10 years, I bet he tell
[?] shorty
Come do a hit, I bet he fail
OK, I'm riding round [?] that ruger
Don't argue with no bitch
Call Katie up to come do her
Bibby, I got shooters
Don't fuck around with them losers
In the club with that mack
N***as wanna fight, but I'm shooting
That fighting shit make no sence
N***as don't be on shit
My fit cost about 2 bands
And my whip cost about 4 bricks
[?] shirt, that's 600
Broke n***as ain't on this
Everybody claming they shoot
But these n***as ain't blowing shit