[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh
Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh
Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin'
Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's
Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on
Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong
Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long
Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on

[Verse 1: Burna Bandz]
Fuck a bitch, Robert Borden never did me wrong
And every time I count enough, they always came around
Take a pack outta town, I'm tryna break it down
We ain't have nuttin', couldn't stay down
Keep my head up while I count this bread up
Uh, my old bitch trippin' see me doin' better
Uh, my new bitch trippin' say she sick and fed up
I just give her dick then head and let her air the stress out
Uh, he don't want smoke that boy a veteran
Uh, ruler clips fuck street measurements
If he start shit then we endin' it
Countin' up Borden's, these ain't Benjamin's
Uh, do a whole n***a and it's evident
Uh, you the type to bring it on the internet
What, keep a stick or two? We ain't into that
Uh, pull up where he cool and we leave 'em dead
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh
Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh
Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin'
Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's
Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on
Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong
Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long
Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on

[Verse 2: WhyG]
Plug throw the brick like a alley-oop
I'ma leave a n***a wet like a bowl of soup
You can catch me in the woods like a racoon
And this glizzy got a mop this ain't a broom
And I'm in the trap same clothes, cartoon
And your bitch wanna hang with all the goons
I was in school trappin' out the washroom
If I see an opp, I'ma fly 'em to the moon
Balenciaga socks but got kicks
This habad look like Smith & Wesson but it's glizz
When I run 'em down, I'ma hit 'em up in his head
I'ma leave 'em right there where he is
If you look at my neck and it look like a fridge
I could eye out a brick, I don't even use a ditch
And your bitch a cannibal, she ate my kids
I need a rollie, I already got diamond links on my wrist
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
They wanna see me break but I don't let up, uh
Hit him in the face so he don't get up, uh
Diamonds water, run like they wet or somethin'
Steppin' on some reds, these is Louboutin's
Aye, hop in a foreign and I'm moving on
Fuck a ho', Robert Borden never do me wrong
Plug throw it, I receive it like I'm going long
Aye, bro got my back and I won't turn it on