[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug]
Huh, ayy, let's go, you know I rep 6-double-0
A bitch n***a reach for my chain, then this bitch on my soul, then that boy gotta go
The baddest of bitches be on me and all of my n***as soon as we hit the door
See, really was sellin' the white for the—
'Til I started progressin' and savin' like—
See, really, I'm kinda the biggest, they call me BigX, baby, if you didn't know
He namin' top five in the city and don't mention me, then he play with his nose
These n***as get caught in a jam and go sit in that cell and can't stick to the code
N***a, you pussy, I heard that you fold
And your partner a rat, yeah, I know that he told

[Verse 2: BossMan Dlow]
Uh, uh, uh
Come here, bae
You so goddamn fine, what's your number?
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckle
Cheese chaser, highway speed racer doin' a hundred
I'm in traffic, drive a fuckin' G-Wagen like a Honda
N***as hatin' 'cause they ain't us
Fuck them n***as, I'm rich as fuck
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no angle
I got chicken like Bojangles
I got chicken like Zaxby's, n***a
Want some— get at me, n***a
I'm Mr. Beat The Fuckin' Road, I'm Mr. Fuck Up Traffic, n***a
I'm on a jet, drinkin' champagne with no ice, n***a, huh
I got too much dog shit on me, run a light, n***a, huh
Fuck the lames, you look better with a boss, baby, huh
I buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby, huh
You look good in that dress, but take it off, baby, huh
[Verse 3: Maiya The Don]
Yeah, huh
Bitches tryna count me out and that shit ain't addin' up, huh?
This the fifth cypher I smoked this year, I still ain't pass the blunt, huh?
Ever since I hit the scene, I got all these bitches gagged
One-of-one custom jeans, couple bands to pop a tag
She keep droppin' all this music, someone tell her that it's wack
All the streams of income, I feel like I'm Kai Cenat
Hundred racks in my bag, hundred pounds on my neck
I just left the Louis store and there ain't no Louis left
My closet got more owls than Saks, that shit look like the outlet
My dress still smellin' like the model, this 'fit ain't even out yet
I been killin' all you hoes, lil' bitch, I'm still the baddest
I should claim you all my sons, I'ma claim you on my taxes
I put belt to ass and pen to pad
Foot on necks, these bitches mad
She can ask where her n***a at
She can't get her n***a back, uh
Bitch, I'm bigger than the state where the Spurs play
She a bum, why would she wear that on her birthday? Uh
I'm Met Gala for the function on a Thursday, huh
Bum-bitch contest, you in first place
Been knew I'm the Big Don, I'm a bad bitch with a bankroll
Bad and bougie, I been the type to go stank face on a stank ho
Johnny Dang doin' home deliveries, n***as got me snowed in
Vacay where it's clear water and white sand to put my toes in
Touched a mil' at twenty-one, fuck I look like bein' humble?
I put more on the ring than a fuckin' Royal Rumble
Oh, yeah