[Intro: Tokin]

Based1 got them bands, ho

Uh-huh, yeah, ba-da-da, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, yeah (Okay, uh, uh, yeah)

[Chorus: Tokin]

Know they proud of me (Proud of me)

Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans

Take a nigga for ransom, robbery

Save that shit for the birds, honestly

Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback

Nothing right but she giving me feedback

Bitch, I'm fresher than ever, Moncler coat with the Dior sweater

Jacket Letterman with the Dior letters

Got the Hеrman's belt so the jeans fit bеtter

Bitch, I'm better than ever

Let me see who better than me, got the VLONE shirt and the Balmain jeans

Okay, they sayin' shit fictional

Don't fuck around in this bitch, it get physical

Dots on his body, we leave his ass critical

He type on the net so that nigga is digital

[Verse 1: Tokin]

I told her, "Don't you play with me 'cause my niggas runnin' your house"

And you claim that you want the bread but your bitch ass stay on the couch

Let me see who fresher than me, to be honest, these niggas be actin' like they really bitches (For real)

Got two twin bitches, they say that they castin' these spells on a nigga, I think that they witches

Two twin Glocks named Tia Tamera

The Glocks shoot the same, they fit perfect together

Ooh, drop that top on a fly nigga bitch

And these niggas be hoes and they think that they shit

Yeah, yeah, these hoes thotties, and the top that they givin' be sloppy

In the I8, movin' real fast

And your boy do the dash, and that bitch like a blunt, I'ma pass

[Bridge: Tokin]

Huh, dun-dun-dun, dun

Ho, she was talkin' too much, for real

Yeah, for real, hoes be talkin' too much, for real

I know I'm different but these hoes talkin' too much, for real

Huh, yeah, for real

Yeah, yeah, let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Tokin]

Know they proud of me

Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans

Take a nigga for ransom, robbery

Save that shit for the birds, honestly

Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback

Nothing right but she giving me feedback

Fuck with bitches, I don't even need that

I'm the next up, lil' nigga, believe that

[Verse 2: Steele 11]

Sippin' on lean, this shit be bustin'

Nasty girl, keep suckin'

Brand new Dior, please don't touch it

She said that I got lucky

For the bands that I made (All the bands, I gave you my heart)

Can you run away? Nah, that kitty cat wetter than my necklace

That shit fat as hell, no precious

Yeah, it remind me of my ex-bitch, oh

Yeah, that's every part of me (Uh)

Told that bitch on top of me, "Kicks rocks"

Thank you sloppin' me, big loss

Countin' my paper up, big bucks

Uh-uh, uh-huh, you gone

Out of my mind, and fuck you and your friends that was fuckin' up my life

You already know I'm anti-social and I hate sayin' goodbye (Oh, please, tell me why)

[Chorus: Tokin]

Know they proud of me

Louis V, I mix it with the Prada jeans

Take a nigga for ransom, robbery

Save that shit for the birds, honestly

Just believe that, on the speakers, she givin' me feedback

Nothing right but she giving me feedback

Fuck with bitches, I don't even need that

I'm the next up, lil' nigga, believe that

[Outro: Tokin]

Duh-duh-duh, okay, believe that (Yeah, yeah)

Duh-duh-duh, okay, believe that

Okay, believe that