[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Ah, I'm finna pour a bricky out for all my dead patnas (Two hunned)
And just to teach that boy a lesson I'm a leg shot him (Gang)
But if I stomp that n***a out I'm rocking red bottoms (On mamas)
Watch what I post up on the 'gram, I heard the Feds watchin'
Naw I can't post no underground I ain't got nothing to prove (N***a nothin')
Still will slide up on your mans like I ain't got nothing to lose (N***a nothin')
Get my nut then pull off on her watch me chuck the deuce (Deuces)
And sometimes I be waking up and be like, "fuck the booth" (Gang)
Give a fuck what n***as saying n***a shoot something (Shoot sum)
That shit don't even sound convincing n***a do something (N***a do sum)
I only care about my bread n***a croutons (Croutons)
Twenty bands on me now but I'm two hun' (Two hunned)
You let him speak upon your brothеr you ain't no friend of mine
I ain't gon' fuck her at thе house we at the Renaissance (Gang)
Been drinking raw but not too much I probably sip a line
Punch a n***a in his jaw that's what you get for lying
Bitch

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Pull a skit in all Bape that's a ape attack
A n***a slide though the Crest, might not make it back
What the fuck is ten bands? I play with that
You n***as know when blood shed you can't take it back
Boy you spent thirty bands on your whole kit (Bust down)
Bitch I spent thirty bands on this froze wrist
I'ont even want the puss if ain't no dough wit' it
And I don't wanna buy the Glock if ain't no pole wit' it
Track 2's plus I did the Vlone wit' it
I love when she bounce that ass and touch the floor wit' it
Might just pull up in the tank like we No Limit
I don't wanna sign no deal I need more chicken (More bands)
I don't wanna sign no deal I'll do it to the neck
Don't need no n***a wit' me get to shooting to the neck
Your bitch love a n***a 'cause I do this shit the best
Whip that Gleek out and get to shooting like I'm Steph
[Verse 3: Damjonboi]
I was playing with this shit n***a now I'm worth a check
When you get to Seven Mile and Hayes make a left
Lame n***a keep on looking I'ma shoot him in his neck
Bad bitches getting fucked lame n***as getting pressed
Amiri jeans off the Gucci tee this shit don't even match
Fuck these hoes I just wish that I can get my n***as back
This bitch slapping, how many times I gotta say get the dough?
Big bag, I had to count this shit on the kitchen floor
Lying ass n***as cappin' over Pro Tools
Flying in the Bentley, drive that bitch like it's a old school
If she can bust juggs and count money then she hired
Count so much money last night it had me tired
That pussy wasn't shit but I swear the head was fire
Don't know why we smoking 'cause I swear I can't get no higher
Got drunk and told the lil' bitch I loved her, I was lying
Dog talking choppy, tell him when we catch him we gon' fry him

[Verse 4: Nuk]
That's a damn thirty
Fuck it I'ma teach my son to shoot like I'm Dale Curry
I'm outside, I be selling dog but I'm on 12 servers
Fuck her hard but I don't ever bust, she like them damn Perkies
I poured a pint up with DaBoii
I'm like, "Bro just pour up sixes", I brung ten lines from Detroit
Yeah I'm cutting competition, cut the price and giving more
N***as think I'm SOB by how I ride around with the DaBoii
Shh, this exotic's a commercial
I got lil' brodie out here throwing 'bows like kicks and punches
My lil' n***as only want a jugg, come get this sight from me
I can wear Louis for a month 'cause I'm a Hyper Beast
No I ain't picking up no jugg I rather trap food
'Cause I went and sold four grams worth some Track 2's