[Intro]
([?])

[Chorus: Clocc Breezy]
Deuce, Tris and the Fanta
Foreign Wocky in my Faygo
Get my [?] from Atlanta
Keep my shooters on the payroll
They gon' shoot it if I say so
Get 'em bread, shit is [?]
Spin your block, tornado
We make it hot, we make a fuego

[Verse 1: Quelly Woo]
Look, outside we diggin' like it's Saints Row
Big drip, should've been wearin' a raincoat
Spin your block, send shots, and we change clothes
Bad bitch, no titties, but she got the cake, though
Ass up, face to the earth
Who that? Mask up, [?]
Damn, baby, I like how you move
She twerk while I'm in it, she want me to juice it, like
I bet thеy listen, what's up wit' that chain on
But they listen [?]
Wholе lotta dead n***as in my spliff
They like, "Damn, TP, why you [?]"
Leave him at place where it get very violent
So I got a G in a Bimmer
Pour a four of Tris in my Fanta
I was too [?], sorry I ain't answer
[Chorus: Clocc Breezy]
Deuce, Tris and the Fanta
Foreign Wocky in my Faygo
Get my [?] from Atlanta
Keep my shooters on the payroll
They gon' shoot it if I say so
Get 'em bread, shit is [?]
Spin your block, tornado
We make it hot, we make a fuego

[Verse 2: BlackCard Suave & Tucker Hundredz]
[?] Fanta
[?] Atlanta
[?] bandana
[?] tanner
[?] weekend
[?] deep end
[?] seekin'
[?] (Pop out the cut and we squeezin')
I'ma show you how we step
It's Woo, slide, got it on me by my side
[?] died
[?] tried
[?] fly
[?] lie
[?]
[?] future
[?] four
[?]
[Chorus: Clocc Breezy]
Deuce, Tris and the Fanta
Foreign Wocky in my Faygo
Get my [?] from Atlanta
Keep my shooters on the payroll
They gon' shoot it if I say so
Get 'em bread, shit is [?]
Spin your block, tornado
We make it hot, we make a fuego