[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Facing all my 'Woods to the neck, I can't focus
Big dawg, this bitch bark louder than Beethoven
Cock it back and shoot, the handle, the safe broken
We don't take the opps serious, 'cause they joking
Them just likes up on the 'Gram, don't let it get into your head
I can't trust me not a soul, so I keep one up in the head
And it's a leash 'round this bitch neck, she still gon' do what Simon says
And everybody bleed the same, can't stop this B shit once it shed
When I rap, they pay attention, bitch turn me up every night
Seen my brother in that casket, had me bending every block
Bro gon' get it out the bitch, he tryna send him every thot
Don't tell that ho your whereabouts, 'cause she'll give up every drop
Bro said he got the work, let's put some shit in motion
If she really 'bout her bag, then that bitch promoted
I almost drowned, is that a lake? Or is your shit an ocean?
Better take y'all cover if we opps, bro will get to blowing

[Chorus: Bagboy Mell]
Bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang
Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain
Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame
Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range
If the boys get behind me, flee the scene
Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine
Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Gettin' brain, pushing up my glasses just like a nerd
She DM like, "Hey" 'cause I got chicken, bitch, this not a farm
Need to stop, drop, and roll, I snuck in that firearm
Yeah, got that blicky on me, like I'm 'bout to turn
Send him home, put it in my hands, watch me get it gone
Send a code, this ain't UFC, but I'm getting 'bows
Pick a ho, since you love this bitch, n***a, here you go
From the 4, n***as switching up like a pick and roll
I can't even tell who really real no more
Got so many styles, I got different flows
Ayy, soon as they walk in, have bro check 'em for a wire
I'ma call your bitch Giannis, she the stuffer and the driver
She gon' suck it like a demon every time, oh, this bitch fire
I don't even like this ho, I just love her job at Meijers
Ayy, my gay bitch just wanna taste it, say she hate dick
I like them skinny, thick bitches can't take dick
Taught my youngin how to outsmart the machines that take chips
He in school getting punches, everybody hates Chris
My dawg in jail, I'm tryna help his bitch pay rent
'Cause I know if I'm jammed, my baby gon' do the same shit

[Chorus: Bagboy Mell]
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang
Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain
Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame
Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range
If the boys get behind me, flee the scene
Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine
Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim