[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Fuckin' with these bitch ass outsiders, man
Fuck 'em, look
Look, look

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Lou pulled up on me, so we poured up a Kobe Bryant
Stacked up all my empty Wock' pints, it's taller than a giant
Almost didn't graduate school, I was so defiant
Bored as hell, I think me and my bitch finna hit Miama
Damn, dawg, I meant Miami
I'm tongue-twisted, keep my gun lifted, just to be specific
10 milli bullets, ain't no running from a n***a slug
Cleaning sessions with my gun, the only time I talk to judge
Fucked a bitch, I saw her on TV, but it's not The Grudge
N***a so tough in them skinnies, button 'bout to bust
Glock ain't got no silencer, but I call this bitch a silencer 'cause when I shoot this bitch at this n***a, bet the n***a hush
Brother pull up in that 'Ghini
Yeah, same color as a Zucchini (Hmm)
Why would I fuck on bro bitch, my bitch better, yeah, off her bikini
Shit, smoke on a n***a like Hickory
Pull a FN out the bag, get on trickery (Yeah)

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
Done wearing the big B's, I'm pulling the J's out
Snatch a bitch wig off like, "Pull your fade out"
Retired from the K, I run fades now
And raw-dogged your baby mama, what you gon' say now?
From Flint, if the water don't make it bad, it can get ugly
Twelve o'clock, my trap Rush Hour, ask for Chris Tucker
Shot dawg, trying to take a shot, I'm a fifth buster
You don't never get props, you a dick sucker
How the fuck you gon' keep sliding and not hit nothing?
If a n***a in the radius, I'ma flip somethin'
My bitch got a OnlyFans, I get a tenth of it
I'm a pimp, I fucked her and like six cousins
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Drinking lean for ten years the cause of my big stomach
Pop you with a gun inside a gun, it got a kit on it
That bitch was all gold with a sandpaper grip on it
Girly say she knew I can fuck from the hip motions
Sixty racks for my new kit, look like I'm moving up
Don't drive fast coming down my block, I might shoot it up
Put a whole gram on the table, watch Unc oot it up
They say I've been acting real stiff, it's time to loosen up
N***as out here drinking cut lean, trying to act high
N***a, you be coming off the bench, I'm the franchise
Fell in love with a blasian bitch, she got cat eyes
Me, Yachty, Ray, Kidd, and Rio the fab five

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
All my n***as in the street, don't know no rap guys
Holy water from my jeweler, I got baptized
F's on my hip, I got F's on my hat now
Fear of God, demons on the Chally, sit a Scat down
My son got a bankroll bigger than n***as
N***a playing crazy, put his ass in a blender
Blend game crazy, take a half to a chicken
We are not the same, this Dior on my Dickies
Codeine Cowboy
Ask around, lot of noise
Draco in the whip, ride with me, I'm a Choppa Boy
Purple in my cup, jewels dancing, bitch, I'm BlocBoy
N***a reach for my shit, get popped for it
[Verse 5: Rio Da Yung OG]
I ain't with Tez, but I ain't throwing hands, I'm a GlockBoy
The first thing I ever bought my son was a Glock toy
Bro riding in a rental with three Ks, he a hot boy
Michael Jordan, Glock 23 with twenty-two, the other Glock Curry
Rrr, that's how the 'Cat sound
Mike got the Glock in the club, but they ain't pat him down
I'm with the Drank God, he could possibly pull some Act' out
I'm on the South side, with a apostrophe in the crack house
Eighteen hundred dollar bag, pull a Glock out it
You say you a real drinker, pull some snot out
Two K's laying on the couch, I put the Glock out
Bitch bent over trying to tie her shoes, pulled my cock out
Used to have the standard clip, I got a mop now
Shit, gang, what we pouring? I got a pop now
N***a put the gun down, you getting get knocked out
Seen the opps at the store, hopped out a droptop with chop out
My big homie got a couple keys, we can't get locked out

[Verse 6: DC2Trill]
Everybody know you really a bitch, put that Glock down
N***a came as the shooter, but he got shot down
Ever since the cash came legit, I'm buying opps now
N***a shook his drank up, it made the pop sound
The lean plug finna retire, I need a doc now
Hop up out the car and bang-bang like he Pops now
Three-five in a Grabba leaf, this ain't no cigar
Pull up in my hood fresh as hell like a trap star
All a n***a do is talk fibs, he a cap star
N***a can't tell me shit about no drank, I done drunk Barre
[Verse 7: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, scurvy n***a with the pints, I cut raw
Untrustworthy, I can't get a plug 'cause I'll run off
Thirty hanging out the Glock, I up, harm him
Twenty-nine shots went out the head, this bitch one off
Got jumbo bezel, wanna bet? I can't find my hand
Shady n***a, pop a Xan', I'll rob my friend
Sixty thousand every play, every time I land
Chopper big, hanging down my leg, it can hide my pants
Yeah, had to Chrome Heart me (Bitch)
I'll take a n***a chain at his own party (Pussy)
Real hitter, fuck a shooter, got a whole army (Phew)
N***a soft, never caught a body, you just told stories (You lying)
I woke up and cashed a Wraith, I ain't tell nobody (No cap)
I heard n***as took your shit, you ain't tell nobody (Better do something)
If this rap shit fail, I'll sell more Wocky (Yeah)
You lame, n***as treat you like a ho, better kill somebody (Kill something)