[Verse 1]
Running around and I got the tool
Running from the cops, [?]
Smoking on gas, smoking on took' (Fltttt)
Flexing that shit, but it could get took
Percs and the drank like stew
My new bitch, cancun
Money came, straight out of the blue (yeah)
The blue, that's, old news
Sippin' red lean so dumb
No boy, this is not no fruit punch (Woah)
(yeah) good gas in my lungs
(yeah) chopper bullets eat em like brunch (Yeah)
We shoot shit just for fun (For fun)
You look like a victim
You can't run a and kill sum (Yeah)
Cookin it up crisco (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This ain't a lie
I know that guap, don't make a lot
Circle small don't need no mas (whistle) (Yeah)
We got pots
N***a, we got hella pots
Treat 'em with caution, like oh gosh

[Bridge]
No mas, no mas, no mas (Yeah)
No mas, no mas, (Yeah) no mas, no mas
No mas, no mas, no mas
Haha, haha, haha
Haha, haha, haha
Haha, haha, ha-ouu
Haha, haha, haha
Haha, haha, haha
[Verse 2]
You lost your homies, what it cost you?
We ain't tryn to feel
Sick so I get high, uh
I get higher higher, than a helicopter
I don't wanna see no coffin (Bee, Bee)
No mas (Bee)
No mas (Bee)
No mas, (Bee) no mas, (Bee) no mas (Fltttt)
No mas, (whistle) No mas, No mas (whistle)
No mas, (whistle) No mas, No mas