[Intro]

NYAHHHHHH (NYAHHHHHH, NYAHHHHHH, NYAHHHHHH)

NYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NYAHHHGGGHHH

[Verse]

Oh shit, I can't believe you cuffed a big back

I shot the bitch quick like she swing cash

It's more buttons in the whip than a PIN pad

You would think her name Natalie, she got none

I ain't swimmin' in these same vanities, these ain't trunks

I'ma live happily, fuck my ex, she a bum

I got Mamba mentality, you know I need a Buck

Poppin' fake 'codones, he an oxymoron

The way his phone ring, you would think akhy's Sauron

He think he got sold tar, it was probably boron

Huh, yeah

Boast the most, show the most, I'm multitaskin'

All I speak is accurate, that's bullseye action

Lil Fuzz don't got a job, he full-time schmackin'

All that bein' out here savin' hoes is good guy madness

All eyes on me, I feel like Cooper Flagg

We just poured two 16's, you can do the math

You would think Fuzz a trash man, he be movin' bags

I was trippin' with the fake Deezys, Superbad

McLovin, rip duel, riding round with McButtons

And a Big Mac

Wipe your ass, boys, they'll leave you on a shit bag

Feel like Jody how I'm high rollin', it ain't Riff Raff

Leave a paw print on the brick with my dog ass

Why she think all them tats cover up them dog tracks?

We know you usin', you sweat every time you chat, we just know you boosted

Hakeem Olajutron, I'm very known in Houston

You a L, mans, you just very known for losin'

I'm very known in Gucci, I'm very known in Louis

My bitch bad-bad, boy, she very known in Pucci

They tryna steal the lingo, the stealo

We just go two, three mo', that's a bingo

I been a star since birth, call me Ringo

We gon' shoot it off the door if you cut that Ring on

Tell a ho, "Cut your finger off, fuck that ring, ho"

Why you talkin' 'bout a hundred racks? That's just three shows

Why you talkin' 'bout you with the vibes? That's just three hoes

Call me back when you add like 3 more

I'm from the Murder Mitten, we run red lights and rat hoes

Free my unc, he had a red pint and half-bow

Plus he had ten pipes and they was half ghost

The other five had bodies, it's a sad story

Why you make it rain on the strippers with your last forty?

Aw man, and you ain't get no damn orgy?

You went home and whacked off, that's a bad story

Score the play out in Cleveland like I'm Brad Daugherty

You wouldn't have no luck on that road with a rabbit's foot

The one and only Punch God, watch me jab and hook

He is not the Za man, all he had was kush

Oh, you got some pape in your pocket? This a bag of books

This how rappers look, this how rappers live

All that runnin' off with bank plays, get a scammer killed

Need a bitch with a rich archetype just to match my build

Amethysts around scams just to match my grill

The 38 recoilless, counting 30K, my bitch got some crab boiling

Know your bitch mad, you can't even half-spoil her

Hoes ain't shit, I couldn't even half-loyal her

Crabbe and Goyle, me and brodie doin' magic

Seven after seven, I get like Luka gamblin'

All that cappin', you should go and chew a cactus

Thunderstorm, fast dude, I'm in traffic losin' traction

I'ma do the most 'cause I ain't used to have it

They look like Osiris, but they the newest Lanvins

Why your TV on the hot spot? Boy, the movie laggin'

You would think l'd grab my ho right up out a beauty pageant

They tryna stop greatness, but they never could

RIP Lil $cam, boy, I'ma forever jugg

We seen your paperwork, you forever cooked

Bust the 'bow open, you would think you smelled a foot

Bitch, I can smell your breath, that's a red flag

Flyin' 'round Lear off a six, that's some jet lag

Ain't no duck, duck, goose, but this a head tap

You drive around a fucked up coupe, I just dropped red 'Lac

Hashtag, "Oops, Jugg, you can't get your bread back"

Played this song back from the top, should I said that?

Every verse you ever heard, shit, I meant that

$hittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia 77

[Outro]

(Troncic, Troncic)

NYAH NYAH

Hey, hey