[Verse 1: 800pts]

50 round, weird mag

Make him disappear, yeah

Louis V, weird bag

Tesla, I don't steer, man

I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man

Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared man

50 round, weird mag

Make him disappear, yeah

Louis V, weird bag

Tesla, I don't steer, man

I don't even love these hoes, these bitches be weird, man

Bitch I got too many sticks, I'm a very feared man (You have no heart!)

[Verse 2: Jaydes]

Yеah, a fuck nigga gon' cough it up, these bitches gon' talk it up likе some telemarketers (Ew)

Yeah, 50 racks, designer jeans, bitch on me, no campfire, keep that stick on me

Got a OG, doing kits with me

I got Amiri on, I'm not talkin' 'bout Rich, choppa on switch, its gon' blow you a kiss

I made a 100, just copped me some Ricks

No number 2, but I'm back on my shit

They be like "jaydes, why you gotta flex like this?"

I said "Twizzy, shut up"

Ha, bitch, I'm on my come up, just wanna fuck, I don't wanna cuddle