[Intro]
Like Super Bowl
You sold ya'
We up deep
I can’t no give a fuck, goin' to hell
And I just popped two beans and call girl, we fucking thresh
And if you want that open, boy, then go ahead and bring your fucking bag
And ring me up
And that price—, That shows your music, that shit fucking tra—

[Verse]
Push up on 'em, leave ’em under if goin' talk about us
Heard he talking about gang, then we goin' slide and take his soul
If we pushed up, leave him stressed, leave his head with that pump
And if you want me at that venue, better fucking pass on
Yeah, and my [?], I got two bitches and we about to takе 'em on
And your hoe, she need that cash, so shе out of our control
And my [?] waves crash, like straight out of Super Bowl
And that package touch down like Super Bowl
Like Super Bowl
You sold ya'
We up deep
I can't no give a fuck, goin' to hell
And I just popped two beans and call girl, we fucking thresh
And if you want that open, boy, then go ahead and bring your fucking bag
And ring me up
And that price—, That shows your music, that shit fucking trash
That shit fucking bad
I'm that thug, I ain’t the one to go out fucking sad
I’ve been stalking your bitch phone number, now I think he fucking mad
These sluts be mad
Whatever, you've had the mans I’ve fucking had
And I flood, I swear your music crappy, boy, that shit is fucking trash
[Outro]
It's fucking trash