[Verse 1: Ripsi Winelover]
Have you with professional killas, chasing hits
Poppin' rocks when he locks a Glock, shots at the moderates
The lyrical lizard lickin lollipops, poppin molly pops
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill
From 93 til infinity, we poppin major drama still
Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal
You all bitches ain't even on my level
Just to let you know, you are
We poppin' models like dahmer
I'm positive you poppin' shit, respect my conglomerate
My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

[Pre-Chorus: Ripsi Winelover]
Shorty got nothin' to worry 'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
[Chrous: Trinidad Cartel]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Young N.A.S]
But, shorty i'm far from a saint
Make you faint when i go hard in the paint
Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy
Chillin' with homies and family
Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste
Plus i showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So here i am at the store for some chips
Candy evenings, with candy stevens
Look at the paint on the cart (cart)
Know give me a head start
Half my peers, they're stretched for years
Potions paint me mental pictures
Like this rotten candy
Beat with biggie smalls speech
Rollin with my d-o-gs
I'm chiefin on some long beach
Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
[Chrous: Trinidad Cartel]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Interlude: Ripsi Winelover]
Shorty got nothin' to worry 'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He wanna pick me up, stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
When we kill it, the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude
Is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I'm the queen sleaze
When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze
[Verse 3: Young CiCi]
St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
In their designer jean's back
I don't rock designer cloths
I rather rock and shock with that raiden robe
You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load
Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em
Begin to make me feel like a little kid again
Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle bitch
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
All my shit designer and i’m still a minor
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
Remember meeting you in
Those italian heels and that designer dress
I shall not fear no man but
Godthough i walk through the valley of death
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Or your designer clothes littering the floor

[Chrous: Trinidad Cartel]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh