Part I

[Verse 1: Veeze]
Fuck with award shows
He said he was standing on business, but him and opps had a convo
I walk to the kitchen to get in the club, you standing in line, broke
Everyday dead friends in my closet, can’t live basically, I'm dying slow
I'm sippin' codeine by the pint, lil' baby, I'm sorry, I don't drive boat
I'm throwin' it up in the club, the money you’d risk your life for
I'm rockin' the Concrete Air Force 1, I can't put a price on it
My twin got big ass stones in the ear, look like he did an icefall

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
My mama paid three thou' for a bag, can't even put her phone in it
Paid too bitty cash for gold, Patek ain't even have stones in it
You n***as so soft, we cut 'em boys up and ain't got no bones in 'em
Fuck around, foul, spill some blood all over my Chrome denim
N***a mad at me, be mad at your ho, what the fuck is wrong with him?
Y'all took that fine and I'm intentionally doin' a song with him
I-T-S U-S, anywhere, everywhere, n***a, we hot
You n***as so lame, gotta rock their jewlery inside the house
Ain't fuck with these n***as, I'm master, moving around like a bastard
Ain't goin' back and forth with no sucker ass n***a who fell out fast with
First n***a tugged on my chain, make an example, make a disaster
I like my hoes, no face no case, my bitch straight out Nebraska
Part II
[Lil Yachty]
Head tap it break down
Feeding them tropic with some exotic shit
Going out bad out the mouth call him Consequence
[Veeze]
Police dogs nose in my denim
I know a n***a hustle harder and he one-legged
We hop out suicide doors the group got double letters