[Verse 1: Niontay]
He want a what for the what? Ah shit, for surely (Come on)
Bitch knowing not to hit my mup when it's early
Had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
Tell your n***a go return them jeans back 'cause it hurt to see
I been stepping so long, developed plantar fasciitis
She was playing with that pussy way back then, now I can buy it
Having motion, these n***as Tyrone turned to uh-uh, I don’t like it
You got your stick, I got my stick, let’s see who shit really striking
You ain't never pulled a K in broad day, my shit not for you
Got a lil' bag and seen exactly what that guap a do
Shut the fuck up and mind your business do a lot for you
Real mob boss, feet up, watching the product move
Baby girl ain't got no brain, but she got all the ass
I'ma make like 50 off the— and I'm falling back
That’s all I need, 'causе the rest coming all from rap
Thirty thousand Percocеt in a skull head way across the map

[Verse 2: El Cousteau]
Stop what you doing, you know God don’t spare the wicked
The only thing I can do when I make it is go spend it
On the 38th floor with some top notch bitches
High rolling high roller, young ass n***a
When she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
I don’t know what got into me lately, bitch, but I ain't calling you back
Hit the road for 90 days, just me and A GORE-TEX jacket
With a flip-phone I got, I'm probably running pros off that
I’m on Collins Ave looking for a bad bitch
Dawg, if a n***a approach me wrong, he getting his ass whipped
30 ball, can’t be having n***as dawg playing with me
I been putting her up on all, all putting her up on fly shit
[Verse 3: MIKE]
My li'l heart running outta love in this shit
I just pick a part, throw the biggest nug in the spliff
I was in the dark 'til I found a plug, got a glimpse
I’m a indie artist, still be throwing ones in the wind
I was in the car, and you brought a what in the whip?
I ain’t finna spark, I’ll see the cuz in a bit
We was in the park, and I had the thugs in the VIP
We be spinning far, you don’t want me come where you live

[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
Too cold, water runnin' fast
Could crashed if we wanted, do the math
The hood pass that they covet come with time
Three-point stance, toe on the line
I ain't jump when they hollered out
Your pulse bump up when I'm around, why is that?
I'm rushing to different cities on the map
No bullshit, I'm speeding in a Sonic bag
Whole world sick, I'm not a hypochondriac
Twirl and spin, dirty dance, never off axis
Talkin' to the turf, it be talking back
You got a bad referral, so you lost your access
Really on call, on demand
Face on the wall, I'm a wanted man
Wait, hold that thought 'less you talking cash
Based on the box score, we won again (Bitch)