[Intro: Wordz]

Man, it's 2025 this side man

Y'all niggas using that capping word

That shit old man ( fuck that shit man )

It's top off now, put you on blast

[Verse: A-Reece]

Yeah

Rubber Band Gang, made a hundred and fifty

I'm cashin' it out

They know that's a different amount from the one that I mentioned when "Loyal" came out

Don't even feel pressure to show that shit off

I'mma let you assume, I just chill at the house

Nobody colder, colder than Sutherland

I make it snow when I nut in her mouth (yeah)

It's funny how we gotta log in a app just to know what you 'bout

This rack on me speak for itself and it's not in a mood to be talkin' shit out

They play me on radio even though I can do better without (yeah)

Some niggas pay for the radio play on the low, they maneuver around like a mouse (yeah)

Was never interested in taking that route (yeah)

You doin' too much but ain't getting enough from it all, that's the meaning of clout

Studio lit, I got Ghoust in the cut and there's no passin' out (yeah)

I'm here for the commas and O's and if I do not trust you I'm crossin' you out