[Chorus]
(Fuck you, Eli)
(Slayworld Soldiers, up next)
Your mans sweet like honey
(Honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(Foolie)

[Verse]
We got the big gas in the tank
Smoking on moon rock, finna faint
I'm where the reg at, where you ain't
(Bee!)
I'm rolling big bags like cocaine
And I got lean, lean, I'm a vet
I'm with the chain gang, keep bling
Rolling a backwood in the rain
Smoking on cat piss in this rain
Yeah, we get the big sticks where I came from
You n***as is just a shame
You n***as ain't the same, bruh
You n***as too lame, bruh
(Go)
I see red like crab
(Like crab)
You know I'm serving tabs
(Tabs)
Girl, get off my dick
(My dick)
You know I'm serving pounds
(No)
Izaya Tiji (Ooh)
Wrist wear, it look like Fiji
(It look like Fiji)
All you bitches, too teasy
I shoot guns, like some BBs
(Like some BBs)
And I'm pouring, it's too easy
(It's too easy)
She be lying, eenie meenie
Don't shoot, no, don't beat me
Uh
[Chorus 2]
(Fuck you, Eli)
Your mans sweet like honey
(He so sweet like honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Them toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(A foolie)
Your mans sweet like honey
(Like some honey)
Walking 'round, and I'm with them OGs
(With them OGs)
Oh, you know, I get them toolies
(Oh, them toolies)
Oh, you know, you a foolie
(Oh, you know)

[Verse 2]
You know I'm at the trap spot
(Spot)
And I'm armed up with a red dot
(With a red dot)
You can hold the stick just like cross
(Like a damn cross)
We don't care but we will cut his drop
(Fuck you, Eli)
We just on you like a label
Got to chewing then we put him on a table
(We put him on a table)
Rolling dice, but no, boy we do not gamble
(No we do not gamble)
We do shit, and we do it with my handle
I gotta get my dying ring
I gotta get my paring ring
I gotta get my damn clothes
I gotta feed my damn kids
Better not tell my damn bro's, we turn you to air—
We got hella ammo, I might let the shit go
Your mans sweet like honey
Riding 'round, with them OGs
Oh, you know, I keep my toolie
Oh, boy you so foolie