[Intro]
([?] the coldest motherfucker, on God)
Shit, a'ight
Yeah, this switch make the—, pfft
Shit, damn

[Verse 1: ian]
This switch up on that Glock, I click that shit, just like it's nervous
You fucked up what I gave you, want that back?, you gotta earn it
I just hit B.O.A., and took out ten without a purpose
Just supercharged this foreign, shit might be my favorite [?], It's fast

[Verse 2: punkwokstar]
Yeah, pour a deuce in my cream soda, then I [?] mud
If a n***a talkin' down our gang, we light him up (Yeah)
Choppa must've hit his bitch, gave her a tummy tuck (Yeah, like what the fuck)

[Verse 3: ian]
Yo' bro just took a hit, he scared as hell, he think he dyin'
Lil' boy come get yo' bitch, she on my dick, I just arrived (She tryna fuck)
These jeans not even skinny, stuffed the racks, can't fit my thighs (A lot of hunnid's)
Just spent a pretty penny on yo' mans, so say goodbye (Shit cost a lot)

[Verse 4: punkwokstar]
Yeah, come and get yo' mans, he cappin' off the percs, yeah he keep itchin' his hands
Shoot a n***a feet, make a n***a dance cha-cha (Cha-cha)
Might even give this bitch a chance, yeah, ha-ha (Ha-ha)
[Verse 5: ian]
I don't really like to talk, I let that semi do it for me
Boy you really broke as hell, and worry 'bout me, it's kind of funny (Like what the fuck)
I really don't take no L's, I just sit back, and count my money (Just countin' up)
This big ass Russian mink, it hold a 'hunnid, it cost like twenty (God damn)

[Verse 6: punkwokstar]
Yeah, yo' bitch on OnlyFans
I'm countin' silly bands
I came with evil plans, ha-ha (Ha)
Watch me do my money dance
Yo' bitch ain't make no money that's why you her only fan

[Verse 7: ian]
I done made too many fuckin' benji's, don't know how to act (What the fuck?)
My outfit cost like mother fuckin' fifty, I don't mean to brag (That shit expensive)
Boy how you broke as hell, and in yo fifty's?, need to get a bag (Hell yeah)
I just saw my name up in your mentions that shit made me mad (Ah) hell

[Verse 8: punkwokstar]
Yeah, that shits' pretty bad
Saw yo' bitch on Instagram, that shit's pretty sad (Damn)
This n***a fumbled bag
Pulled up with my blower
Then he doubled back
[Verse 9: ian]
Uh, bro just grabbed the switch, and brought it back, with nothin' in it
Uh, I just hit yo' bitch, and broke her back, I'm done with her (Done with her)
No need to use my legs, I'll let that drum kick 'em (Bah)
Just left this bitch on read, she sent me a drunk message (Bah)

[Outro: punkwokstar]
([?] the coldest motherfucker, on God)
Oh my God