[Verse 1: MB Nel]
Brodie popped a molly, he might catch a body
Choppa get to kicking on n***as just like it know karate
I just popped a perk and she gon' ride me like a Kawasaki
I was finna eat her pussy, but her coochie smell like calamari
I got big shots, big Glocks, fuckin' up on a stick thot
My brodie walked up on him and gave that n***a like 6 shots
Swervin' in this big body bimmer, call that Rick Ross
Shooting hella clips, like I'm tryna make a TikTok
Aye, Snakes on my feet bitch that's Gucci
I don't do construction but I always keep a toolie
Fuckin' on this bitch, she ride this dick like Suzuki
Chopsticks feed me like I'm tryna eat some sushi
Aye, aye, hit that road, get the bag right
I ain't tryna cop unless that tag right
I ain't tryna do a feature unless that bag right
Itty-bitty bitch wanna fuck need that cash right

[Chrous: $tupid Young & MBNel]
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
They gon' bring the yellow tape and that chalk out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Playing with them stick and drums we finna rock out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Ca-ca-catch a op I pull up and then we hop out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Toting on them AKs and Dracos like we from Moscow
[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
Grew up in the jungle so that made me lion heartened
Pop me a bean just to get my day started
Go against the gang, n***a you must be retarded
That's like suicide, I don't think you want to start shit
My n***as be on shit, pull up on they off shit
N***as get dropped quick, we ain't with the nonsense
N***as on the internet, all they do is talk shit
Op n***as think they hard, n***a you not shit
Never put on work, but they always screaming gang, gang
Hit the stage, bitches screaming, I let my chains swang
MB, Afficials, damn near the same thing
N***as really think shit sweet since the fame came
Knock it off, you n***as is really not hard
What you know about them shoot outs and ducking cop cars
Wannabe street n***as sweeter than a pop tart
Playing with them drums, but nah I ain't no rock star

[Chrous: $tupid Young & MBNel]
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
They gon' bring the yellow tape and that chalk out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Playing with them stick and drums we finna rock out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Ca-ca-catch a op I pull up and then we hop out
Aye, gang shit when we pop out
Toting on them AKs and Dracos like we from Moscow