[Verse 1: BabyTron]
My whole work in the double, I got time to cheat
All I'm thinking hustle-hustle, I ain't got time to sleep
I just spent a double-double on a diamond link
Me and Beann, that's double trouble, caught a play, we flying east

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Up and racks on Ocean Drive
If it's money on the floor, bitch, you supposed to dive
Fuck I look like tossing ones when I be toting 9s?
I got two much ice up in my bezel, I don't know the time
I can make four in five

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Pull up with that spatula, fuck up a n***a barbecue
I can't tell you shit about the bitch, boy, this the starter crew
I hang with bartendеrs, fuck around and send some shots at you
I don't give a fuck about your gun bеcause I got one too

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Bounce out with that stick, I got a pogo with me
Buffs stay white, it's two percent, I'm smoking on some Cocoa Krispies
Six figures and up, we getting old, you better not post no fifty
Less you want the marshals on your head, little bro, don't post no switchy

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Foreign hoes, foreign clothes, n***as think I immigrated
Doggy talk to piggies, when it's war, might catch him in the station
Fuck a bitch, the Franklins only shit I'm chasin'
This a super rifle, if I shoot the floor, might hit an Asian
[Verse 6: TrDee]
Sixty flows up, lil' bitch, we at the InterContinental
Doggy out here talking like he Deebo but I ain't got a pistol
Up my stick like I was Harry Potter, he ain't have an issue
Shit, it might get spooky when it's dark, them robbers come and get you

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
You can stop reaching for that, boy, I ain't fucking with you
Tell a bitch to tell her friend to come and suck it with you
Why you gotr him 'round you? When it's time, he ain't gon' up it with you
It don't matter if you with your mama, she can duck it with you

[Verse 8: StanWill & TrDee]
Brodie specialize in tapping hats and touching temples
I be rushing to that pape', my opps get rushed to 'spitals
You think unky got a kennel how he fuck with kibble
You won't never ever catch me tucking ice, I'm tucking pistols
7.62s hit him in his ribs, he thought we shot a missile
Bro, you not gon' to make it, you too frail, this n***a soft like tissue
Whip gon' put you in your seat, I stab the gas, we taking off
Try to snatch a chain, I'm sending bullets just like Jared Goff