[Intro: Anarchy P.]
Yuri the God
Ayy, what's good, ACOT? Yuh
Eastside to Westside, bruh
808 Mafia (Ayy, yuh)

[Verse 1: Anarchy P.]
Smokin' on that gas, think the neighbors know what we doing
I can't settle down 'cause that money I be pursuing
Bitches on my dick 'cause I'm winning, these n***as losing
Watch a n***a pull up (Flex), hoes choosing
But I could give a fuck about a mothafuckin' thot
I'm tryna get a shiny bezel on my wristwatch (Yuh, on my wrist)
So a n***a sell dope and hit licks (N***a, fuck cops)
If they try to pull me over, I'ma hit 'em with the Glock
Or the TEC, make a mess (Is this a threat?), n***a, yes
JP, oh you got a lick set, n***a, bet
Headshots with them red dots, leave a n***a dead (Fah)
Top master chef, finesse your bitch up out the head
Chop, chop, cook, cook, steak knife in the sauce, bitch
You gon' do yo' job and lick me up till I get soft, bitch
I don't fuck with n***as 'cause I swear these n***as garbage
Bitch, ACOT and Yuri stomping shit just like a moshpit
How I scoop yo' bitch like a n***a was using chopsticks
How a n***a dress, you would think that a n***a got rich
How I made that n***a run you, would think that he got hit
Yeah, I'm chasing bands till I got a crib in my closet

[Verse 2: ACOT]
Ayy, Yuri, hold my piece, I think the Feds is after me
I see snakes inside their eyes, they eating from the apple tree
People switchin' up on me, moving on, I smoke my weed
Shout-out Young Plvg and the rest, you emcees are my family, ayy
Young boy doing things, ayy
Honeys wanna bang, ayy
ACOT, that's my name, ayy
Your love gave me brain, ayy
Fuck that hoe to sleep, wow
Baby love my D, wow
Dick yo' shawty down, damn
See me in her dreams, ayy
Bet I hit that fuckin' lick, 'bout 20 on my fuckin' wrist
I had to run up on that bitch, lil' pussy boy was lookin' rich
Sorry God, I had to do it, money got me feelin' stupid
I'm obsessed with thoughts of it, I love that shit, got hit by Cupid
Ayy, I ain't finished yet, got bars, let's make a fuckin' bet
I'ma talk my shit until you know that I'm the fuckin' best, ayy
Young man and I'm coming from the fuckin' West, ayy
I'ma rap till a Jesus piece is on my neck
Ayy, yah, where the fat bitches at?
Type of hoe to make me chicken in my kitchen, shaking ass
If that hoe ain't on her knees, you know she's sittin' in my lap
I don't think she Santa Claus but she straight emptied out my sack, oh, yuh
[Outro: ACOT]
Ayy, yuh