[Intro: Lydia Kitto]
Stay with me, for the ride
Stay with me, for the ride

[Verse 1: Bas]
You n***as slip and slide, better pick a side
Bentley GT, see me with your bitch inside
I'm a petty n***a, I got vicious pride
Rollie meteorite, we on different time
I run with gorillas, n***a, still I get the lion's share
My hustle keep multiplying my career
I've never been one for crying tears
That'd be absurd, I don't know how to cry, I'm Amber Heard
I'm always kinda high, you haven't heard?
Please, do not bother mine 'causе these brothers minе
Not the kinda guys to have a word
You are the kinda guy that's on a shirt, damn
R.I.P., you were the kinda girl to make it work
Baby, you're all I need
Give me a night, you just need me in your life
Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, ebony, ivory
Baby girl, that's what I see in your life
Right, you must be high as a James Webb
Please, do not speak my name up on the low
'Cause Bassy heard all of them things said
"He cool but he outside too much and everything"
I'm not on the scene, I am the scene
I can't poli with no thottie love
You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next
I'm on these fuck-n***as heads, too
All you dick-sucking clique-jumping n***as in my ear
Tryna spit something I ain't tryna hear bitch
Y'all in the red too, off with his head too
Don't run, n***a, arm and a leg too
Squad-type mental, judgmental, yeah
[Chorus: Bas]
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli

[Bridge: Lydia Kitto]
Stay with me, for the ride

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Yo
Brother, step aside, better pick a side
I been deep in life when I'm in the ride
Feeling healthy, man, I'm fully live
So it's funny how my doors are suicide
I mean, ayy, fuck your party, can't relate
Better never than late
Grew up on the darkest days
Still I gotta spread light and stay great
Bas, my n***a, come and turn it up
All these baddies and they’re tryna fuck
Punchin' numbers, tryna hurt the clock
Not a farmer, but I push a dirty truck
Catch me in the back, lean
With the baddest lil' vibe and
What she wearing obscene
I'm just tryna see her on me
Play the game like Henry
Larry Bird, I'm on green
London City, I've been in this shit
And I've been kicking hits 'til the speakers rip
All my denim's Japanese
Motherfucking blue Benjie's in my jeans
Putting n***as, they're diseased
I ain't got move, I ain't got sneeze
[Chorus: Bas]
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli
Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy
179 Deli, 179 Deli