[Intro]
Hey D33J

[Chorus: Sloan Evans]
I don't wanna talk 'til I made 'bout a hundred bands
If I don't get the upper, I switch up with the other hand
Cooking with the wrist, keep the grip in the rubber band
Shh, shorty, keep it on the low, I'm the other man

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Yo
Wrist on Aquafina, neck on molly water (Bling, blaow)
Grown man, watch your tone, I'll fuck your daughter (Fuck you daughter)
21, n***a, all I do is slaughter (21, 21)
Get the pint off Nash and I might pour a quarter (Pour)
Out on my chick (Out on my chick)
Pockets is fully equipped (Blaow)
I got the smoke in the whip
I chop the top off the whip (Chop it)
Rollie on Gatorade now
Rollie on Sprite and it drip (Drip)
Hear about the bag and I skip (Skip)
I made the bag off the rip (Rip)
I made the bag from the jump (Jump)
I fucked that chick from the hump (Hump)
She screaming out "ooh, ooh, yeah"
Just like her name Lil Pump (Esketit)
D33J on the beat and it bump (Hey D33J)
Bro got the gas and it pump
I don't fuck with n***as like Trump
I just put the roof in the trunk
[Chorus: Sloan Evans]
I don't wanna talk 'til I made 'bout a hundred bands
If I don't get the upper, I switch up with the other hand
Cooking with the wrist, keep the grip in the rubber band
Shh, shorty, keep it on the low, I'm the other man

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Yeah
I'm from the 10 and it's greazy (10)
All of these bitches is easy (Easy)
You think your girlfriend a wifey? (Ugh)
Why she be going, believe me (Fuckin')
I just deleted your EP (Why?)
Bro, you're a herb and it's cheesy (Yup)
White girl in the trap, she ain't loyal (No)
Yeah, my rerock on Chris Breezy (Chris)
My hoodie blood red it say OVO (Yeah)
Shout out the boy, that's my homie though (Yeah)
I had the baddies in Texas call me Travis 'cause I fucked on the Rodeo (Yeah)
Don't look at me (Yeah)
Don't look at me, nah (Nah)
Brodie could look at the Rollie though (Bling)
You n***as all lyin', Pinocchio
Swooped on the road and I'm stoney though

[Chorus: Sloan Evans]
I don't wanna talk 'til I made 'bout a hundred bands
If I don't get the upper, I switch up with the other hand
Cooking with the wrist, keep the grip in the rubber band
Shh, shorty, keep it on the low, I'm the other man
[Bridge: Sloan Evans]
Living my life, up to nothing good
Real T.O. n***a, I'm misunderstood
All the side talk, I wish a n***a would
Fuck all the hypotheticals, I know I could

[Chorus: Sloan Evans]
I don't wanna talk 'til I made 'bout a hundred bands
If I don't get the upper, I switch up with the other hand
Cooking with the wrist, keep the grip in the rubber band
Shh, shorty, keep it on the low, I'm the other man