[Intro]

(RizzyGotTheHeat)

(You're not making this easy, Kyle)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Audemars Piguet, I blew it out, it ain't for tellin' time

Somethin' 'bout that codeine when it blend in with the lemon-lime

Somethin' 'bout them dollars when they get inside my palm

High as hell, talkin' to demons, I can't tell my rights from wrongs

Thoughts flowin' out my brain, you won't catch me write a song

Three-five, three-seven, you won't catch me light a bong

'Rilla on my hoodie, bitch, I'm a king like I'm Kong

Bing to the bong, ding to the dong

Got your bitch hypnotized, bet she sing to my song

Old pussy-ass jit, you probably bleed through your thong

Shout-out Icebox, you see bling to the blaow

Scorin' like I'm Kobe Bryant, takin' beans out of town

Sippin' Wock' in Poland like I'm Boat, this lean, can't pronounce

I'm known north to west, I'm known east to south

In a California king, remember dreams on the couch

They ain't seen a ring in years, shit, they team on a drought

If I pop a V-cut, it's gon' be steam I let out

I'ma call you Oscar, sippin' green lean, you a grouch

And your whole life trash

They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass

If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab

Fell asleep for two days with my high ass

Live in the moment, sip slow, but I drive fast

We don't believe a word you say 'cause you cry wolf

The spot Gordon Food Service, pull up, buy bulk

CVVs, punches green, I feel like Hulk

Marni fuzzy than a bitch, it feel like wool

Heavy threats, can't compare to your light pull

Pourin' red, my pop black, we ball like Bulls, I'm '93 Jordan

See the so-called MVP in the finals and keep scorin'

Steering wheel on the right side, bitch, the sleeve foreign

Opps so scared of beef, they probably don't even eat Morton's

Throw a hook, then sign the receipt underneath, it's G. Foreman

Oh, you got a three poured? Every time I dream, it's lucid

Broke 'cause you scared to take a risk, like, how you think this stupid?

Trisha got me movin' .5 speed, I'm sleepin', droolin'

Hundred steps ahead at all times like all I think's conclusions

Why you post that eater on your story? You just bein' foolish

Why you in Kappa?

Somewhere only rockets get like I'm with NASA

There he go, I ain't sayin' shit, just click-clackin'

NFL Combine, we had 'em zig-zaggin'

Talkin' 'bout the plug, you ain't even on brick status

Out in Hollywood, I think I'm finna Fifths Ave it, I'm a Saks fanatic

Came out in a thousand-dollar 'fit to just go grab a package

How I'm workin' magic, you would think I got a hat with rabbits

First name Jack, not no Black, I be Apple stackin'

Stop flashin' that, can't grab a jacket from the Fashion District

ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia

[Verse 2: G.T.]

Ayy, yeah (Brrt)

I can't stop, I got that mamba mentality (Let's go)

Chopper hit his ass, then you know it's fatality

ShittyBoyz walked in with Wavy Gang, they tried to tackle me (Tried to tackle me)

They on the way, I'm in the spot, now I'm baggin' it (Now I'm baggin' it)

You the type to put the call in, never grab it

Bro'll show you how to flip it fast, no spatula (No spatula)

Bro'll show you how to stretch it fast, no wrestlin' (Let's go)

I can look at you and tell you ain't gettin' cake (Gettin' cake)

Boy, we made it off the white girl like Ricki Lake (Like Ricki Lake)

House by the lake, that's a new estate (For real)

You in that same place, all you do is hate

When I rock the rose gold plain, that's a hundred K

If you ever try to take a thing, you see a hundred K's

Pull up, make it rain on a sunny day (Brrt)

Feel like the old Weezy, I might rock the Bape

Lando rock the Tiziano 'cause we paid in full (For real)

Work so strong like we fightin' bulls (Fightin' bulls)

We winnin' every year like the '90s Bulls (Go)

Nigga doin' all that tough talkin', make him bite the tool

Whip sittin' on them fuck-yous, we just broke the rules

Bro don't like to take Percs, he just pop the blues

Hot as hell, but he'll still put you on the news

Tron crazy, he just put a six in a Mountain Dew

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]

Sound crazy, bitch, your lil' nigga got more guap than who?

When we see a green ham, we turn to Dr. Seuss

Thirty ball on me like a three-point contest

Big B's on like a fuckin' Red Sox hat

Hit a horny bitch named Charlotte with a bobcat

Broke bitch thinkin' she the catch, need to stop that

I got rich off hoein' niggas, yeah, rap paid me

Doin' credit card fraud with the tax lady

Came out the pussy actin' funny like a crack baby

Gave your bitch backshots, but she ain't Frankie

You gon' make me set it off, came up there and never thought

Pokémon with the nut, she gon' catch it all

Nigga was a killer, why he hit the stand, tell it all?

Bad referee, when she get hit, I ain't gon' never call

Yeah, hop out, slay a nigga, feel like Santa Claus

If it's money on the floor, I'm comin' out, Diana Ross

I just want the neck, I'm gettin' confused, why is your panties off?

Might never see my face again, I feel like Jabbawockeez

Nigga, I'll give this bitch to you, ain't gotta backdoor me

Treat him like a tennis player, leave his hat open