[Verse 1: Stampface]
Look, My G whip till his wrist ache
Fuck with GG that's a mistake
Man'a holla at bro for the spin
That's long let it rip like Beyblade
1 hand waving around like nae nae
Put your hands in the air [?]
All I know get paid
Cah the gyaldem come around sed-way
Peng tings loving the gang ting
Got Scramface flying up cunch, and he does the damn ting
Set up shop no ramping
There's 6 shots in that hand ting
2 bells in that dots boom bow where you're standing
Then it's back to the ends on a mad ting
I'm out here tryna get P these sluts can't leave me alone
You n***as all faggots, better leave that shit in your home
Smoke amm to the brain, 2 grubs straight to the dome
You n***as all fake, fake n***as can't call my phone
For the money I take them risks
Better man don't do it like this
On the hill let me holla at Scribz
Stampface I'm taking the piss
Peng browning look Mel B she can get all of this dick
Man trap trap in the trap house, cah a n***a tryna get rich
[Verse 2: Gunna Grimes]
Long time that my blocks been hot
But I'm still gon' ride no if but whats
Hit cunch then I bruck down rocks
7 days in the trap same kicks and socks
Long days in the trap tryna' smash that pack
Till I see that prof'
Still got eyes in the trap so I'm outta of that back
If I sight them cops
May roll still lighting pops
But bro got a bird that Lyle & Scott
Man still ride on blocks
Might skrr' on a man like "8 gang, what?"
Tell a man "8 gang, what?"
Tell a man "8 gang, what?"
Still keep things in blocks
Still got corn in opps
You ain't never stepped in the trap
One eye on the pack cah' your cat's on volts
Roll me a spliff on for roads
Man'a get busy then ghost
StampFace still dishing out O's
He just copped in the ammy in bulk
Roll with the youngin on smoke
Roll with the youngin on volts
One time for my n***as that get that gone
Two time for them n***as that did man wrong
Short naps in the trap til my snap turn long
Short naps in the trap till my stack turn blonde
[Verse 3: T-Mula]
Hear me back then I'm like why now
Man'a get face time no iCloud
Pissed when I jump out the ride
Cah my shots are always on fleek like eyebrows
Put my Log-in like I sign out
Make sure that your man don't find out
Cah when I catch my opp I will have him in the corner
Just stressing like time out
I got light like morning dark like late night
Pissed if I Jumpman suttin' like Drake time
Black tracky rolled on the opps like 8 times
ICloud mode with the dots like face time
Cah, man ain't new to this
Feds come Man-go like Rubicon
Cos I had bare white like hooligan
But the bitch wan' stay it's a Uber ting
Kway Kway they up in Soho
Used to get my grub on the low low
Cuttin' tru the Brix with the gang
Now man'a ride out on the solo
Brown skin chocolate like Rolo
Man'a get discount like promo
I used to bust that dark in the alley
Now I bust that light like BoBo
Amm to the chest that eye burns
Feds on the left, man'a take a right turn
And that bitch I couldn't bare like iceberg
And bare man just here/hair like sideburns
About 86k what who? I tell a boy roll up on man
Just saw a opp with smoke and he's pissed cos he knows that I rolled up with gang