[ Intro : Ghoust ]
Man, it's 2025 this side man
Y'all n***as using that capping word
That shit old man ( fuck that shit man )
It's top off now, put you on blast

[Verse: A-Reece]
Yeah
Rubberband gang, made a hundred and fifty
I'm cashin' it out
They know that's a different amount from the one that I mentioned when Loyal came out
Don't even feel pressure to show that shit off
I'mma let you assume, I just chill at the house
Nobody colder, colder than Sutherland
I make it snow when I nut in her mouth (yeah)
It's funny how we gotta log in a app just to know what you 'bout
This rack on me speak for itself and it's not in a mood to be talkin' shit out
They play me on radio even though I can do better without (yeah)
Some n***as pay for the radio play on the low, they maneuver around like a mouse (yeah)
Was never interested in taking that route (yeah)
You doin' too much but ain't getting enough from it all, that's the meaning of clout
Studio lit, I got Ghoust in the cut and there's no passin' out (yeah)
I'm here for the commas and O's and if I do not trust you I'm crossin' you out