[Verse 1: Sinclair]
Serving keys state to state 'cause I need dough
You already know a n***a used to kick doors
Got the activist, you already know I poured a four
If I'm in the [?], you better watch your ho
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
I'm in this bitch getting rich with my clique though
Got the .30 on me, yes, that be the clip though
Mr. Big Bullets, I'll shoot and I don't miss though
Big bullets and they looking like missiles
You already know me and my n***as, we the shit though
Big blue hunnids, nah, I don't bang Crip though
Call me Steve Nash, the way I pipe and I assist hoes
Never felt love, hell nah, I don't miss hoes
Fuck a bunch of bitches, hell nah, I don't kiss hoes
N***as talking down to me, the pistol start to rip close
I ain't wanna have to do it but he stay talking shit though

[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
Air Forces tied up, boy, I run it up
Yeah, I'm eating so good, I'm finna get a gut
Money on the floor, you know that we pick it up
We hit a big lick, you know that we split it up
Why the fuck this n***a looking at me so weird?
Pull up and we hunt his ass like a deer
Bitches tell me I look good, I don't need a mirror
Xan got me fucked up, I can't even steer
I'm with the bros, smoking loud, we can't even hear
So all the fuck shit you talking, we can't even hear it
Pouring expensive champagne, we don't sip beer
RIP my cousin Tai, I'ma see you there
Finna get a big crib with a chandelier
Ten toes on the ground, what the fuck is fear?
Finna go on tour, see me popping out the lair
Popping out the lair, all these lil' bitches staring
All these hoes wanna fuck, I don't even care
I need a gothic ass bitch with some blue hair
Yeah, hit it from the back, pulling on her hair
I don't love the bitch though, pass her ass to Sinclair
[Verse 3: Sinclair]
Let's get it
[?] jeans, heard about twenty beans
I bend the corner, skrrt-skrrt, yeah, I'm serving fiends
I got a bad bitch, the .40 and she hold the bean
Ain't gotta pop, n***a, bet nobody gon' scream
Headshot, .38, special on my hip
Bad bitch, fuck her ass then she gotta dip
Me and my n***as in this bitch, yeah, we getting rich
Call us Spy Kids, the way n***as hitting licks
Better yet, call me Chapo, how I move these bricks
Moving like Rambo when I got the stick
Don't test the gang, everybody with the shit
My gang 51-50, they'll whack a bitch

[Verse 4: Lil Tracy]
Man, these n***as so thirsty, they need a water bottle
He want beef, dropped out of school but we gon' solve the problem
And that stick leave him wet like he took a shower
Got a white lil' bitch and she off the powder
My team balling, we should be on 2K though
I want the neck, I can't take you on no date, ho
I'm a dickhead, I'm rude, I'm a a-hole
Ksubi jeans, Gosha shirt, this just play clothes, bitch