[Intro: Babyfxce E]

Mm (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

What up, Jxlan?

Uh, huh, Da Realest

Huh, alright

[Verse 1: Babyfxce E]

It's 7 in the a.m., we still rappin'

It's like seven niggas in there right now that'll wrap you like a package

The boys askin' questions, I got five words, I don't know what happened

Took her to my home, we made her run, I should've been a batter

Because I cracked the bitch

Tell 'em I ain't backin' in until the backend in

And if I put it on her, I promise that bitch gon' be back again

I'ma go wherever I wanna, nigga, I ain't gotta do no tappin' in

Rich dumb shit, gang just called me, say he smackеd the Benz

On my soul, it only take onе call to bring them smackers in

My bitch just asked me 'bout a bitch, I hit her with the Mike Jackson stance

I wasn't sayin' nothin'

Gen4, Gen5, they both got a button

Two cars and they supercharged, they both over a hundred

It's me and bro, we finna go, that's why we left 'em runnin'

Caught dog with no pole, don't post a video from when we jumped him

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

Damn

Told my nephew, "Don't do no bullshit 'cause I'll whack your uncle"

I ain't talkin' 'bout myself, I'm talkin' 'bout my brother

My other brother, wait, that's my brother son

One day I spanked a nigga with my brother gun

Disappointed in my uncle son, I seen my cousin run

My other uncle sung, I hope somebody cut his fuckin' tongue

Out his fuckin' mouth, run in the fuckin' house

In my bitch mama crib like Rick James, bitch, fuck your couch

In the studio without no drank, I'm finna fuckin' bounce

Pull up on a ho, get the face, then I fuck and bounce

It's me and Fxce in a— I'm finna bounce out it

The AK made his car look like he got hydraulics

I'm off painkillers, drank, Black & Milds, and antibiotics

If a nigga take your chain off your neck, is you gon' die 'bout it?

Is you gon' slide 'bout it? Is you gon' ride 'bout it?

A nigga spank your damn brother, you gon' cry 'bout it?

You not gon' get no get-back?

I drunk twelve eights of Quay, this not no motherfuckin' six-pack

I drunk a six-pack, that's why I'm gettin' fat

I been outside so long, bitch, I'm gettin' Black

You ain't been outside enough, boy, you gettin' pale

Now you care about your kids when you in jail, you must be finna tell

You know they got a free bed for you and like three meals?

Finna re-up with the label, told Ghazi I need three million

[Verse 3: Babyfxce E]

I need three M's

The Glocky go with everything, it's like some wheat Timbs

In the 'Rari, if they get behind me, they gon' eat shit

With some fine shit, real thick, and she only open her mouth when it's time for her to—

Hah, eat dick, she off that G6

Know I got that pole, AR on like I'm Nesmith

He don't wanna leave his home, call lil' bro, he gon' bring tents

They gon' camp out there so long until he leave his crib

Why I keep on goin' to jail, I don't know

Bullets big as hell, please don't go to hell 'bout a ho, like

Is you gon' die 'bout it? Is you gon' cry 'bout it?

If they ask your ass you popped him, is you gon' lie 'bout it? Huh

Okay, that bitch a 'Cat, but is it wide-body?

If I hit him on the side of his scalp, did I side part it?

Her pussy smell like sex, should I MyChart her?

The owner caught us in the Scat, he said, "Hey, that's my Charger"

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]

Buckshots in the shotgun, this a street sweeper

I bang bang and pour eights of Wock' in small pops, bitch, I—

I Chief Keef it

I had a drank plug, I let Lil E meet him

Ayy, Fxce, remember when I tried to buy that Glock off you?

We hit his car so many fuckin' times we knocked the top off it (Thank you, Jxlan, I appreciate you, man)

I shot him in his arm, knocked the watch off it

We just poured an eight in here, how much this pop cost us?

This is not a ghost gun, I just scratched "Glock" off it

The red came in a glass bottle like some Voss water

One day, I got fired from my job, I hit the boss daughter

I told the doc I need some drank to get this cough out me

If a nigga shoot your brother in his face, is you gon' walk 'bout it?

Is you gon' hop out the fuckin' car and walk down him?

Like why the fuck you whisperin' in my ear? You need to talk louder

Fah-fah, frr-frr-frr, fah-fah-fah

One day, we had a shootout just like that on my mama block

He robbed a nigga in front of his dukes' crib and got his mama shot

How about the first time I used a rubber, damn condom popped

Anaconda Glock, I'll slime you out

Go get some motherfuckin' get-back, what you cryin' 'bout?