[Verse 1: Stampface]

Look, My G whip till his wrist ache

Fuck with GG that's a mistake

Man'a holla at bro for the spin

That's long let it rip like Beyblade

1 hand waving around like nae nae

Put your hands in the air [?]

All I know get paid

Cah the gyaldem come around sed-way

Peng tings loving the gang ting

Got Scramface flying up cunch, and he does the damn ting

Set up shop no ramping

There's 6 shots in that hand ting

2 bells in that dots boom bow where you're standing

Then it's back to the ends on a mad ting

I'm out here tryna get P these sluts can't leave me alone

You niggas all faggots, better leave that shit in your home

Smoke amm to the brain, 2 grubs straight to the dome

You niggas all fake, fake niggas can't call my phone

For the money I take them risks

Better man don't do it like this

On the hill let me holla at Scribz

Stampface I'm taking the piss

Peng browning look Mel B she can get all of this dick

Man trap trap in the trap house, cah a nigga tryna get rich

[Verse 2: Gunna Grimes]

Long time that my blocks been hot

But I'm still gon' ride no if but whats

Hit cunch then I bruck down rocks

7 days in the trap same kicks and socks

Long days in the trap tryna' smash that pack

Till I see that prof'

Still got eyes in the trap so I'm outta of that back

If I sight them cops

May roll still lighting pops

But bro got a bird that Lyle & Scott

Man still ride on blocks

Might skrr' on a man like "8 gang, what?"

Tell a man "8 gang, what?"

Tell a man "8 gang, what?"

Still keep things in blocks

Still got corn in opps

You ain't never stepped in the trap

One eye on the pack cah' your cat's on volts

Roll me a spliff on for roads

Man'a get busy then ghost

StampFace still dishing out O's

He just copped in the ammy in bulk

Roll with the youngin on smoke

Roll with the youngin on volts

One time for my niggas that get that gone

Two time for them niggas that did man wrong

Short naps in the trap til my snap turn long

Short naps in the trap till my stack turn blonde

[Verse 3: T-Mula]

Hear me back then I'm like why now

Man'a get face time no iCloud

Pissed when I jump out the ride

Cah my shots are always on fleek like eyebrows

Put my Log-in like I sign out

Make sure that your man don't find out

Cah when I catch my opp I will have him in the corner

Just stressing like time out

I got light like morning dark like late night

Pissed if I Jumpman suttin' like Drake time

Black tracky rolled on the opps like 8 times

ICloud mode with the dots like face time

Cah, man ain't new to this

Feds come Man-go like Rubicon

Cos I had bare white like hooligan

But the bitch wan' stay it's a Uber ting

Kway Kway they up in Soho

Used to get my grub on the low low

Cuttin' tru the Brix with the gang

Now man'a ride out on the solo

Brown skin chocolate like Rolo

Man'a get discount like promo

I used to bust that dark in the alley

Now I bust that light like BoBo

Amm to the chest that eye burns

Feds on the left, man'a take a right turn

And that bitch I couldn't bare like iceberg

And bare man just here/hair like sideburns

About 86k what who? I tell a boy roll up on man

Just saw a opp with smoke and he's pissed cos he knows that I rolled up with gang