[Intro: FBG Duck]
I told you I can get a lil' crazy
No-no, no, no, no, I don't want no autotune, fuck all that shit
This how they want me to come
Gang-gang

[Verse 1: FBG Duck]
First off, I wanna say free my shorty Wooski (Free Woo)
N***as can't say shit about shorty (Why?)
Shit, 'cause they know shorty loony (Perioid)
I would tell y'all a story, but
The shit I been through (Huh?)
I can fuck around and write a movie (Woo)
Let me introduce me, I go by the name of Duck if you don't know me, bitch (Money, Money)
I fuck around, spit in your face, so don't blow me, bitch (Ptui)
N***as don't borrow shit, they hate to owe me shit (Period)
'Cause if they take too long, I come Deebo your shit (Like, I'm serious)
N***a, the don dada (Don dada)
N***as know since 2010, we been poppin' (Yah)
N***as talkin' 'bout thirties in guns, we got big choppers (What?)
Shit, he lip boxin' (What?)
Turn his head 'to a piñata (Dummy)
Man, I ain't tryna shake hands with these n***as (Never)
Man, I ain't tryna be friends with these n***as (Never)
Hell nah, I ain't tryna make plans with these n***as (Like, y'all got me fucked up, n***a)
Tryna put every bullet out this FN through these n***as (Glah, glah)
What the fuck is y'all sayin' to these n***as? (Like, what the fuck goin' on?)
All of a sudden, y'all some kin to these n***as (Like, now y'all blood, huh?)
Now I remember when y'all ran from these n***as (Fuckin' bitch-ass n***as)
I just hope somebody prayin' for these n***as (Man, these rappers is hoes)
I'm just sayin', n***as act like they don't know, huh?
N***as act like we wasn't posted in front of that store, huh?
N***as act like we wasn't posted on the four, huh? Bad bitch walkin' past, we approach her
Ah, you with bro, huh?
Ah, you don't know her? (Woo)
Bitch, give bro some, we don't wanna feel no teeth, just your tongue (Money)
[Interlude: FBG Duck & Billionaire Black]
Hahahaha
Like, I play too much, right?
Like-Like, I play too much, right?
Shorty, you know Duck, shorty (Woah, Billy, Clout God)
I know (Gang-gang), but watch this
Woah, let's get it

[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
First off, free Loco, that's my fuckin' brother (Jones)
Different father, different mother, but the same struggle (True)
N***as never ran up on him, have shorty bust ya (Glaow)
And you know who I am, bitch, I don't need no introduction (Let's get it)
Look, said why these n***as wanna beef with me? (I don't know)
Like I won't pull up to your house and have that heat with me? (Skrrt, boom)
Like I ain't ridin' three hitters-in-here-deep with me?
Like this gun that I got don't shoot? Shake the streets with me, woo
Street sweeper, it just sweep n***as, look
Shootin' seven days of the week, n***a, yeah
Run it up, don't get no sleep, n***a (Wow)
Applyin' pressure while these n***as want some beef, n***a, woo (Let's get it)
Yeah, a young rasta (Rasta)
Reefer chiefer, pants saggin' (Dope) gun popper (Glaow, glaow)
Doctors say I smoke too much gas, my lungs droppin' (Woo)
Now I'm just finessin' for bags, I'm done robbin' (Snitch-ass n***as), yeah (Yeah)
Said why these n***as wanna play, though? (Play, though)
Like we wasn't really in the field on that trey, though? (Shit)
Like we ain't have hundred rounds in that Draco? (Hundred, hundred)
Faceshot a n***a (Glah), call that shit tango (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Outro: Billionaire Black]
Y'all n***as know what the fuck goin' on
Clout the fuck up, lil' n***a (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang-gang
Let's get it