[Verse 1: Roy]

I was in my house last week
I quit smoking so I came up with some shit out of my comprehension
Brain split open officer I swear that's natural dopamine
Wore the ovaries around my neck like rosary
Bitch said "Oh you know Charliee Braa can he sell to me"
I mean break it down to a skeleton
That's a monacle to a elephant
I don't know what the fuck that I'm talking about
I been writing the shit that I thought about
When I'm all alone and I lose my mind
Swan dive up into the void
Need a klondike just to get to the boy

[Verse 2: Charliee Braa]

Charliee Braa Ha I'm the fucking guy
I got the weed roll the blunts and let's get high
Got my camera got my cup let's make a scene
1 chain, 1 ring, and my fit clean
Rolling the pack and I'm flipping it fast
Got old money and new money
Got drug money and clean money
Check my wallet couple bills on me
Got 1's, 2's, 5's, 10's, 20's, 50's, and 100's n***a
The more I stack the more I spend, don't trust banks count rubberbands
Day One till the death of me, RIP King Jase N.O.C. forever n***a
Now I smoke a pound to the face
Till we meet again bro and that's one love
Can't believe the time I paid 40 in the six to get in the club

[Verse 3: Jiffy Jay]
I just balled with my n***as now we making fucking tracks
Hit a full court shot now these shorties in my snaps
They replying to my story like I'm about to hit them back
If she valid on the gram imma check that follow back that's a fact
I just told you what happened to me today
And I'm rapping in a combat tee and Cool Grey's
Kyrie just dropped 41 yesterday
I'm finna drop 41 on Chic-Fil-A

[Verse 4: LRB]

Pop a pill, pop a seal, racking up your bitch for real
She want that love me long time, bitch I got no time
Stupid hoe, stupid hoe, blowing up my iphone
Rolling green smoking gas super lit I'm counting cash
Model bitch at centerfold she bust it while she pop it low
Enigma god I'm still in this hoe