[Intro]
(WhatUpNolan)
(Make believe)

[Verse 1: TrDee]
In my own lane, only time I switch is in my whip
It can shoot for minutes, you ain't see it? Boy, look at the clip
I don't even steal, but I make all of my bitches strip
Real 'za, you might fall asleep, you take another hit
Pass me the ball, I'm like Dame when he in the clutch
I can't believe you really caught an Ice, you should've went to Hutch
Sorry, boo hoo, we done, yes, I'm leaving in a rush
N***as are not on my head, the only thing is just my brush

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
7.62s'll knock the trunk off an elephant
Zion works, spot jump like the Pelicans
Up off the rap, I'm finna punch for the hell of it
You don't really scam, boy, you up off a settlement
Double cup at Beni's, eating steak, drinking medicine
Christion Loubs red and white, I'm fresher than a peppermint
Text the bitch, if she ain't throwing neck, delete our messages
Seven deep up in the long-sleeve with like seven sticks

[Verse 3: TrDee & BabyTron]
Me and money really go together like we both rhyme
Who gon' stop me? I only slow down at stop signs
You a point guard in that room, bet you drop dimes
Y'all can't fuck with 99 or S.B., so stop trying
[Verse 4: Since99]
Chophouse run, 'bout to order filet mignon
Chrome Heart chair, that's a throne I'ma sit up on
Yesterday, it was Jennifer, today, it's Simone
Stuff ten grams of Larry Bird in a paper cone
FTP on my shirt, it came from Zac
Moncler undercover coat, it came from Saks
Blew his knee with the chopstick like Prescott Dak
I can make you gold out west like Jarrett Jack

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Check the numbers, please, mention us when you mention sweet
How the fuck do n***as wanna shine, but can't take the heat?
2021, back it up until I hear it beep
Know she hate my guts, I bet I still end up in hers deep
Summertime, windows down, somewhere flying down the ave
Know I gotta whoop 'em, 'cause I like all of my bitches bad
Slide down, give them shots, ones that do not keep a tab
Really came from nothing, so I'm sorry if I tend to brag

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
I'm feeling disrespectful, put an opp in the 'Woody
AR-15 with a skillet, it'll cook beef
If I'm in the Hellcat, I bet you that the hook beep
Bro off a 90, 'cause the 30s, he done took three
Exotic pop, exotic 'Wood, bitch, I'm the zaza man
Can you put them twenty dubs down? That is not a band
Four of Wockiana knocked me out like I popped a Xan'
Backdoor season, so that mean you gotta watch your mans
[Verse 7: Since99]
Pour a four of juice up in the Sprite, no Tropicana
He was tryna ask me for a verse, go get your mans
Connections all the way in Iraq, no travel ban
When I'm off a Perc' 15, put on the fan
Saw a fiend laying on the ground, gave him Narcan
I don't know if the Act'll save him, but the Par can
Got your bitch swinging top rope like she Tarzan
Bitch, I feel intelligent off gas, I'm a smart man

[Outro]
(Make believe)