[Chorus: Chris King]
Big body coupe, not a Honda
Shooter always gon' hit the hoop like Black Mamba
Ch ch boom, we love headshots, he's a goner
Bet this headshot put his bitch ass in a coma
We love money, we love commas
Chopper lift this fucker outer space, now he a comet
I'm a hood trophy, yeah, I'm polished
Poppin' pink 10s, rp's, and blue oxies

[Verse 1: Chris King]
I'm sipping dirty, need a bag
My regular day, make a movie
Got it on the pill rollin', lights, camera, action
I'm whipping this Benz, and I'm shooting at him, better pray to the lord I don't crash
I took my motion, made a movement, add it in my right pocket, this where my [?]
And I'm shooting way above avеrage
Yeah, charge him high
[?] еye
[?] talking sligh
Chop your legs, then walk with guy
Way too real, there's no [?]
[?] serve the sky
I just popped 2 [?]
Bitch wanna know what car I drive
A dawg like me is hard to find
A star like me is hard to lose
Inside the crowd, 'cause I stick out
Smoking bomb, I light the fuse
I'm smoking bomb, I light the fuse
Remaining calm, the opps confused
[Chorus: Chris King]
Big body coupe, not a Honda
Shooter always gon' hit the hoop like Black Mamba
Ch ch boom, we love headshots, he's a goner
Bet this headshot put this fucker in a coma
We love money, we love commas
Chopper lift this fucker outer space, now he a comet
I'm a hood trophy, yeah, I'm polished
Poppin' pink 10s, rp's, and blue oxies

[Verse 2: Lil B]
Got a lotta trophies, and I drive the Hellcat
Bitch I just went platinum, and I got the Maybach
Big bruh got the Urus, addies and the perks
I keep a switch on me, that Lil Uzi Vert
R.I.P. Fredo Santana
Yeah I know Lil B, diamond grill like Chris King
Pop another addie in Miami, like I'm Big Meech
So geeked up off the fame, no, I can't even sleep