Lil Yu:
Pull up with a 100 round clip
And you know I let it bang
Baby all I know is money
Couple thousand on a ring
Let me catch you talking stupid
Finna hit you with the thing
We don't fuck with 9/11
We like porsches in the rain
Tried to lick me for some mud
Sorry, I ain't bout that fuck shit
You wanna hit the blunt?
We might rob you at the function
Touch down with the pack
L.A. Wock and the Hi-Tec
Mix a couple drugs
Valentino on the bracelets
So I like spending money on the weekend
Sippin DXM got me feelin' like a demon
Pleas don't talk down
Yeah, we finna get to reaping
I need it right now
All the bags got me scheming

Lil Soda Boi:
Girl, I'm done trying to deal with all this fuck shit
Late last night, when I saw you at the function
All these games, that's a couple things I'm done with
I'm insane, I'm just someone you could fuck with
I don't lose sleep, but I pray because I have to
She love me and my swag and my tattoos
9/11, can't forget you
9/11 can't forget you

Lil Yu:
Hop out the ghost, hop in the frog
Smoking on dope, smoking a log
Tote the pole, we in the drake
I ain't talking like a night at OVO, okay?
I don't want to wait, pour a line in the backseat
Why you always hate?
I was sprinting on the track meet
Get a bag
What the fuck you talking 'bout?
Haters mad because we pulled up with them Glocks out
I'm off a xan and I'm pissing off the Wockhardt
Peter Pan because I'm soaring like a rock star
It's "Hinoni" and you know we going far
Leanes out, I was stolen off the-

Lil Soda Boi:
Pull up with a ounce of the gas, loud sonar
Take me in your car, driving fast
Going so far
I just need a cup for the Sprite and the Hi-Tec
I'm looking for my heart, I don't know if I'll find it
I'm off a xan, and I'm dripping in designer
I'm off a perk and I'm smoking on the fire
Girl you're like the twin towers
9/11, everything turned sour
Lil Yu:
Pull up with a 100 round clip
And you know I let it bang
Baby all I know is money
Couple thousand on a ring
Let me catch you talking stupid
Finna hit you with the thing
We don't fuck with 9/11
We like porsches in the rain
Tried to lick me for some mud
Sorry, I ain't bout that fuck shit
You wanna hit the blunt?
We might rob you at the function
Touch down with the pack
L.A. Wock and the Hi-Tec
Mix a couple drugs
Valentino on the bracelets