(Verse 1: Yung Figaro)
Slump as fuck I'm happy, all my shooters they from Cali, all my shooters they stay ready, window gang shit gets heavy (gang gang). Bitch we're swerving down the street, knife pulled, blood leak. 'Got your bitch in my bed sheets, that pussy tastes real sweet. Four blunts to the face, police giving chase. Homicide get away, we're escaping like I'm OJ. Okay, your bitch, your mama, we just had a three way. Don't play, kill all you pussies like its D-Day. This beat go hard but Braedon's going harder. Took that bitch out to dinner, fucked her, went home, then forgot her (god damn). Diamonds wet, rain water (splash). My name's up on the blotter. Using magic on these hoes, you can call me Harry Potter. 'Fucked your daughter and your mama and your bitch, yuh. Flip an ounce in a day, that's a cinch, yuh. Newport boys be like can I get a pinch, yuh. Fucking on a couple twins which is which, which is which, which is which, yuh. Hair curly, looking like I permed it. Drunk driving, no license, not even a permit. AB boys making noise, yeah I fucking heard it. AB Boys making noise, you pussies sound retarded

(Verse 2: cekil)
New money? Old money? Don't even care. Walk in the party, they stop and they stare. Fake window gang, not an inclusion. We stay rolling up all that tropical fusion. Girls want me i'm swisher sweet. Covered in Gucci, look at my feet. Wrapped in preme, bogo my hat. Brand new whip, would ya look at that, aye. I'm dropping bars in my fanta, aye. I'm dropping gifts like I’m Santa, aye. Brand new jewels all in my chain, yuh. Fuck slowing down, we in the fast lane, yuh. Better run for the hills, better run for your life. I'm strapped like Jason, my mask and my knife. I’ll read you a story then kiss you goodnight. Bye bye, I won’t see you later. Made all this cash now I flex on my haters. Made all this cash, now my life is insane. I got a new whip, bitch get out of my way. Gold chain, reverse cross. Stay rocking Gucci, I feel like a boss. In the kitchen, whipping my sauce. I painted her face and she called me Bob Ross. Okay, fuck looking back, i got them hoes and i got me some racks. Feeling real good I just smoked up a bag. Your shit is mid, I be flipping straight gas. I’m feeling high as a kite. Promethazine all in my sprite