[Intro: Trapland Pat]
Ayy (Southwest 10th Street)
Gang (Southwest 10th Street)
Gang (Exit 41 shit)

[Verse 1: Trapland Pat]
Yeah, I got 'bout thirty-three plays now (Duh-duh-duh), that's that Kareem Abdul (Yeah)
Pull a n***a card quick like we 'bout to duel
I heard them n***as spent they last icin' out the jewels
They was sayin' I went broke after March, that was April Fools
Look, I know I make it look good, I ain't even flexing
Ain't never been a lookout man, but I'm always checking
We goin' up, he goin' down, that's the wrong direction
Now he tryna catch a lick, he in his phone, texting
We takin' turns with the rock, MJ status
Okachobee Boulevard, I'm pushin' up Clematis
Switchin' up the motion now, tryna kill the habit (Duh-duh-duh)
I know you got a BBL, but, baby, let me grab it
Pockets full of blue cheese, I ain't gotta say
They know that these Amiris when I rock 'em, I don't need a tag
I got the lo' from his main ho, I think that's why he mad (Yeah)
Fuckin' on his old girl, I could've been his dad
I'ma step on the work, but it's gon' pass the tester
Let her shop 'til she drop, I ain't tryna stress her (Duh-duh-duh)
But I bet she play her role, she gon' get replaced
I ain't no king, fuck a queen, I'm movin' like an ace
She gon' work the trap for some bundles and a new lace
Affidavit came back false on a new case
Yeah, gettin' booked so much, I need a new safe
Hundred racks times ten, it's a new race
Yeah, gotta watch how I be movin', I don't triple boom
He don't move weight, but he a plug, when he on it soon
Yeah, bae, enough with all that chit-chat, my money long (Turn me up some)
Covid ain't stop nothin', we still goin' strong
[Verse 2: G.T.]
Ayy, let's go, eighty on my wrist, this a fetty brick
I been gettin' to it since I was a jit
Gotta drive swift, Forgiatos, big lift
And if you wanna get this shit I got, take a big risk
You know I brung the Z's with me
Play tough in this bitch, you'll bleed quickly
Bag drop, home run, Ken Griffey
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like that n***a 50
Talkin' mills, this that boss talk
My ice look like pure water, yours rock salt
I just gotta nod my head, get you knocked off
And half of 'em do it for no money, I'm the top boss
Life get tough, but we still moving
You can tell a n***a do it when you hear the music
Most them n***as lyin' in they raps, they ain't really shooting
Half them n***as broke in real life, who these n***as fooling?

[Outro: G.T.]
Not me