[Chorus]
Crisp, Crisp Vette, bitch I'm swerving in the wind
Up the stick up out the window shootin' out this bitch
And It's a lot of things we did
I can't even talk about you but it's-

[Verse]
Bitch I miss my brother that shit hurt me like a bitch
Bitch I'm, hm, hm
You ain't even know and I don't know when that shit end
Mm, fuck
Hm, hm, I ain't talking and you talking so much shit
Told my brother Zuro "fuck it we gon' build a crib"
I let off my stick im cruisin' in this fuckin' Benz
That boy lame beat his ass, mm