[Intro: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
Ay Javi, run me a beat
Aight bet
[Chorus: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
One two, its the mothafucken hit song
Three four, cos im all up on your bitch phone
Five six, hitting licks with the bricks on
Seven eight, and I'm all up on your bitch, wait
[Verse 1: Javi3 & Aidcot ]
Woah, on my wrist they some big stones
Audemars Piguet got my wrist froze
If you hoes took yo shot, you would miss those
Why you dissin on the gram, you a bitch though
Yeah, you a bitch though
In the 'cedes baby you know AMG woah
Big shit on the line this not no free throw
You know all my niggas down for the green though, yeah
Know we rockin big sticks yeah big chops
Finna clean up the floors with the big mop
Best believe famous remix gon keep knock
Javi Aidcot ripped this beat and won’t be stopped
Yeah and we won’t be stopped
We gon be on top til we fucken drop
You ain’t nothing more than some fucken slop
Cos we trappin til the death and fuck all the opps
[Chorus: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
One two, its the mothafucken hit song
Three four, cos im all up on your bitch phone
Five six, hitting licks with the bricks on
Seven eight, and I'm all up on your bitch, wait
[Verse 2: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
Lil baby check my vibe get out my mentions
I need that big foreign whip jus for my henchmen
Put the sting on these opps, Barry Benson
Goin dummy on the live, Freddie Benson
Yeah nigga and I'm all up on them bitches
Exotic shit and I'm swimmin with the fishes
I'm on my savage shit so do not get offended
I live that lavish shit can tell just by my pendant
Yeah, watch me makin moves
In the hills rollin deeper than the Mariana
I been leavin her on read but yo bitch she wanna
Get in with the squad, oh yeah she trynna
Yeah, and we on the top
Strictly foreign shit cos we always pop
Vetements socks when i milly rock
Hittin up the shops make em out of stock
[Chorus: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
One two, its the mothafucken hit song
Three four, cos im all up on your bitch phone
Five six, hitting licks with the bricks on
Seven eight, and I'm all up on your bitch, wait
[Verse 3: Javi3 & Aidcot ]
223 with a beam
Yeah that shit mean, aimed right at yo spleen
I am a dog don't call me a fiend
Tunnel vision got me headed right to the green
Ay and I'm all up on yo bitch wait
All this gold on my wrist like a piss stain
More ice on my wrist like my shit sprained
I need two tone pateks not no fake things
Yeah not no fake things
I don't really fuck with bitches cos they for the fame
I ain't really fuck with bitches cos they playin games
I got all my niggas with me reachin for the fame, yuh
I bathe with tha apes
Why u talkin like a grape
But u from a different state
Ion bang w a gang I be runnin my own thang
Bitches talk down on me but I'm spittin all this flame
[Chorus: Aidcot & Javi3 ]
One two, its the mothafucken hit song
Three four, cos im all up on your bitch phone
Five six, hitting licks with the bricks on
Seven eight, and I'm all up on your bitch, wait