[Intro: $crim]
This a $crim beat!
Five, Nine, work
DJ $crim with that 808!

[Verse 1: $crim]
Had that work at 17
Ridin' clean, on a beam, where your triple beam?
Swervin' in that 'Stang, (skrrt) all up in that middle lane
Gotta see it for yourself, I just can't explain (rrah)
Gold chain, 'boutta drip, with some gold fangs
Know some junkies that would clip 'em over petty change (baow)
What's the word, what ya heard, Scrimmy got them birds
Talkin' slurred 'cause we don't ever, ever talk absurd
Never nerve to put a ticket on ya fuckin' life
Give a fuck, bitch, I'm ready to die tonight (rrah, rrah)
Get that cash forever, that's a [?]
Shut the fuck up homie, only snitches talk (ah, ah)

[Hook]
I let the choppas do the talkin'
This for my homies, never walkin'
G*59 'til the casket drop
Make sure that semi holdin' 50 shots
I let the choppas do the talkin'
This for my homies, never walkin'
G*59 'til the casket drop
Make sure that semi holdin' 50 shots
[Verse 2: Lil Shark]
Lil Shark got 50 shots
About 50 thots, and all my girls hot
And I know you look fly, and I'm with my boys and we out
To ride, you know it's night
We eatin' pie
I got some [?]
And nah, we don't talk in money
I'm a fiend, shoutout to Yung
Lean, I don't eat peas, that'll make me fart
I'm on a go-kart with me and my [?]