[Intro]
"Jem made it yamsayin"

[Verse 1: MBNel]
Bitch I'm optimistic
I'm knockin' doors off of n***as hinges, ridin' benzes
N***as say they real, but n***as really bitches
Chop automatic, but we ridin' toting on these stick shifts
N***a say shit, I ain't talking manners, smack him like a hit stick
Takin' flights, then we leave him on the runway
My n***as bust K's, n***as preachin' like a Sunday
I'm in a foreign, lil n***a, this ain't no Mustang
You n***as tuck chains, you n***as sweet just like a sundae
Aye aye, Glock by my nuts bitch it hold ten
And it blows ten, bitch this shit really folds man
Drippin' water, lil n***a
Just like some Kirkland, you n***as hurtin'
My diamonds dancin' like they jerkin'

[Verse 2: $tupid Young]
P-P-Placed another order for a crate, we need them hand Glocks
We don't do the IG beef, get yo mans shot
Gettin' to the bag the only thing I know I can't stop
Glock with some bands in my pants, so I can't walk
If [?] to me that's his worst day
Make your family buy you some candles like it's your birthday
Me and Nel
H-Hottest asians, we in first place
Never fold even if you put me in a worse place
Get it poppin', what's the problem? N***a fully rockin'
What you talkin'? Pull up on them n***as, get to sparkin'
From the bottom, I remember I ain't had no options
Now we poppin', gotta couple hitters out in Stockton