[Intro]
Ayy, Ross, sauce it up!

[Verse 1: Yung Jade]
This is it, got this .40 on my hit, finna get hit
Call me Big Stick, 'cause I'm too big
They all talk shit, then they all shook, gotta [?] like a tick
Finna get sick, 'cause I'm too sick
Then they all fold, finna fuck her like a ho
Finna shoot [him?/her?] like my [?]
She gon' make my lows, they talk shit
But they don't really know, finna pull up with my bros
[?] go off on [?], like a [?] protected soul
I'm finna make her [?], I got good on control
So watch out for the [?], finna go off on my own
Finna keep on making songs, finna go on for so long
Finna keep on staying strong, finna go on along for my mom

[Verse 2: DefNOTBio]
Fuck who ever saying he ain't on it
Got it mixed up like a smoothie
I ain't gonna take ya shit
Gonna pop this bitch just like a roofie
Thinkin its a game gon get you hit
I got hella straps like call of duty
Dancin with that AK yea we hеlla groovy
Run yo mouth and get the bitches round you likе a groupie
Masked up like its halloween you know that i am spooky
This writers gifted like im lucy
Fuck on his bitch beat that box up yea its hella juicy
[Verse 3: Yung Jade]

[Verse 4: DefNOTBio]

[Verse 5: Yung Jade & DefNOTBio]