[Verse 1: Lexy Panterra]
I got my top down
Riding through the city LA bound
Got my girlies with me my [?] out
We ain't sitting pretty
Got my gold fangs, I'm bout to get gritty
Bottles on bottles, we pass them around
Shot after shot, yeah, we taking them down
Finally hit me, I'm feeling it now
Got a [?] let's turn it around

[Chorus: Lexy Panterra]
You ain't got shit to say now
I'm about to bring the heat out
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck
Hate it when I walk away now
Wishing I was still your playground
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck (x5)

[Verse 2: Futuristic]
Yo, negative 8 fucks given
I told them I would blow up, but they didn't wanna listen
Get them hot, tell them cool it now, just like new edition
They don't wanna scrap, I'm like "Look at all of these chickens"
God damn, my flow dumb
Immune to bullshit, swear that I'm so numb
Living good, cheesing while I'm putting up both thumbs
None of y'all songs bang, you beating on broke drums
Taking more shots then Pac did
With a bop I'm testing the head like a pop quiz
Flow tighter than a speedo
So when I say I'm in my Pjs, I ain't talking bout sleep though
[Chorus: Lexy Panterra]
You ain't got shit to say now
I'm about to bring the heat out
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck
Hate it when I walk away now
Wishing I was still your playground
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck (x5)

[Verse 3: Bugatti Beez]
Let's see I'm young and dangerous
All the bad bitches wanna hang with us
Only real with me, nothing fake with us
It be looking like somebodies birthday when we come through 'cause the cake with us
Got it on lock like a safe with us
Boy, don't play with us
You can't find another me, they ain't make enough
Cause Beez the supreme type
They gave me the green light
So every time I spit a dope verse, I get the fiends hype
Call it whatever you got to
I'm sicker than Achoo (Bless you)
If you hating on me that's cool (Okay)
Just know that
I'm the best, so I be smiling with my middle fingers up in every Kodak
219 but you already know that
[Chorus: Lexy Panterra]
You ain't got shit to say now
I'm about to bring the heat out
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck
Hate it when I walk away now
Wishing I was still your playground
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't give a fuck (x5)