[Intro]
(Desire production, bitch, haha)
Aye, n***as, they know we ca-, uh uh uh
N***as, they know, they know this where we came from, uh, ha
Uh huh, uh na mhm, uh mhm
Aye, uh uh uh uh
Yeah, hollow tips hit him now he go uh uh
Ha, hollow tips hit him, no he won't make it, yeah

[Verse]
Aye, n***as not where we came from
Stayed down wit' my n***as, I can't change up
Aye, bad white bitch, she just copped a Range truck
N***as, they hatin', know that shit, it don't faze us
Uh, we was ridin' 'round n***a wit' the magazines on us
Uh, aye, got a bad bitch, finna put Celine on her
Aye, we in the M5, n***a, got the Bеamer truck, uh
Sippin' on codeine, I don't sip thе shit for nun'
I'm on oxy, boy, don't pass me no blunt (Ha, bitch, haha)
Aye, he need to stop it, that boy cap for nun'
What's up in his pockets? Shit, I bet it's nun'
These lil' ass n***as, they be cap for nothin'
Did this shit, I came up from nothin'
This his bitch, that's why I don't trust her
Aye, keep that stick, 'case I gotta bust some
And he broke as shit, he still ridin' the bus or some
Ridin' 'round AMG, wit' the top down
That boy tryna beef, fuck 'round and get knocked out
In the H, somewhere downtown wit' the top down
Play wit' his ho, you know how that go
Lil' Rino told me "don't ever put no trust in no ho"
And I responded, yeah, I was like "n***a, n***a I already know"
I already know that you know, that I ain't cuffin' no ho
And I might fuck on her friend
Yeah, that lil' ho, yeah, she know it
Yeah, that lil' ho, yeah, she know it
I'm in the H wit' the top down, codeine I keep pourin'
Me and twin hop on this bih, n***a, just like some poets
Just like poetry, she wanna roll wit' me
She wanna ride wit me, she wanna slide wit me
Wanna ride AMG, yeah, wit' the heated seats
[Outro]
(Bitch, haha)