[Intro: June the Legend & Larry June]
Yeah
Check it out
Turn me up
Good job, Killa
Killa
Numbers
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus: June the Legend]
I just want to ball on you n***as and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her, never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good, I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you n***as and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her, never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good, I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs

[Verse 1: June the Legend]
I’m swervin’ in and out of lanes
With my dick stuffed down this model’s throat
My chain’s a kilo, you got a 10-karat hollow rope
It’s twenty on my left wrist, thirty more up on this big chain
Watch me baptize the flooded-out Roley in expensive champagne
I’m thankful for the cold nights, I ain’t have it like I do now
Seattle lights reflectin’ off my porch when I slide through town
It’s seven on my Forgi’s, 9020 for the feet
I’m with a pretty bitch that’s foreign
And she gon’ suck me ‘til I’m sleep
I knock a bitch and fuck her once, I’ll probably never call her back
Unless she’s ‘bout her money bags
Then, I’ll take that bitch across the map
Picked the phone up and hit my cousin Larry like
“N***a, where you at?”
He said, “I’m out in San Francisco with a chick and checkin’ trap”
My new foreign came with all the options
Got all these n***as’ bitches watchin’
My old bitch said she love me, but I did the hoe like Tristan Thompson
I hopped up out the whip in Givenchy with the Fendi mix
Free my n***a C
You better cuff her if you love that bitch
It’s Killa
[Chorus: June the Legend]
I just want to ball on you n***as and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her, never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good, I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs
I just want to ball on you n***as and get hella stacks
Bad bitch on my line, I’ma fuck her, never call her back
I can’t even lie, if the pussy’s good, I’ll have her run it back
The way I’m thumbin’ through the racks
Show you how I’m runnin’ through the packs

[Verse 2: Larry June]
Still havin’ plenty of it, so much, I’m like fuck a trap
So much clarity in my watch, I could’ve bought a Jag-
Handmade cashmere sweater, the trap goin’ ham
Chillin’ on the beach with my bitch, I just love the sand
Eighty-dollar candles in my house, that’s playa shit
Turned down five-hunid-thousand, on some label shit
A driver just to take me up the street, on some lazy shit
House out the way – where the safe sit
I don’t rap much, I just paint shit
Picture so vivid, lost my voice in Miami jet-skiin’ with these bitches
All about elevation, get them snakes out your circle
‘Cause the ones most close be the ones that’ll hurt you