[Intro: PS Hitsquad]
SRB separation confirmed (Hurgh)
Coming up on staging the burn out of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds (Yeah, Hitsquad, baby)
Look (Carns Hill production)

[Verse: PS Hitsquad]
Somebody pass the lighter (Huh)
I'm smokin' wedding cake but I can't wife her
I bill it up after we fuck, she gave my dick saliva
Pull up on a prick, reminder quick, I give them pricks a timer
I left that pussy wet, big vagina
Skiddin' in that GLE, got my phone on DND
Trap spot gettin' hot, I can feel it from the BNB, B on P
Even when it's hot, I keep the heat on me, P-O-P
N***as know what's up, I blow 'em, TNT
Got about ten bands in my left hand, that's P on P
[?] was a three on three, Gucci, that's a G on G
Bitch, I got it Off-White, smelt Tom Ford or some weed on me
Givenchy and I'm with Coco, she got C on C, don't play
Big stepper, n***as know what's up, so I won't say
N***as set us up, I'm like, "Okay"
Chillin' with a out-of-town thot, she want cocaine
Playin' with her nose, you already know I'm in the dope game
White lows, I'm in Off-White, I like white hoes
Took his white girl, he lost weight, I gave him lipo'
Only way to get her back in blood but you can try, though
Made him go swimmin' outside like it's a lido
Try me, beef, you don't want it with my YG
Grew up in the streets where you can find me
Throwin' P's, call me Pusha P, I make the line beat
I ain't got no wallet in my pocket, just a .9 piece, no ID
Look, I put gushes in my Backwood, n***as cap good
I can see like half a milli' lookin' at my Macbook
But I think I need three more, I'm a crack cook, let it lock nice
Stepper, any weather, got a flat foot and a lock knife
Stepper, yeah, I rock 5s and I rock 1s but not 4s, I shot call
Runners in the top form
I might do a movie but it's not porn
I don't need no popcorn, AP with a top jawn, make her do the slut walk
Pull up in a SVR, Zone boy, test me now
Old boy, here we go, hold on, let's be calm
Hollow tips, slap it, let it hit, I got a hefty palm
Better call the RSPCA the way I left his dawg
I hang with the black guys, bang for the black side
Handle the trap line, my pants by my backside
Nowadays everybody chats but I back mine
See me on front line, throwin' up gang signs
Ten toes, fresh or death, I'm like Coke with the Mentos, whip coke with a Benzo
Sugar with a coffee got me feelin' like I'm Kenko
Free up all them n***as who got locked up on the encro'
[Outro]
Free 'em up