Released on December 6, 2019

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[Verse 1: DaBoii]

Facing all my 'Woods to the neck, I can't focus

Big dawg, this bitch bark louder than Beethoven

Cock it back and shoot, the handle, the safe broken

We don't take the opps serious, 'cause they joking

Them just likes up on the 'Gram, don't let it get into your head

I can't trust me not a soul, so I keep one up in the head

And it's a leash 'round this bitch neck, she still gon' do what Simon says

And everybody bleed the same, can't stop this B shit once it shed

When I rap, they pay attention, bitch turn me up every night

Seen my brother in that casket, had me bending every block

Bro gon' get it out the bitch, he tryna send him every thot

Don't tell that ho your whereabouts, 'cause she'll give up every drop

Bro said he got the work, let's put some shit in motion

If she really 'bout her bag, then that bitch promoted

I almost drowned, is that a lake? Or is your shit an ocean?

Better take y'all cover if we opps, bro will get to blowing


[Chorus: Bagboy Mell]

Bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang

Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain

Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame

Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range

If the boys get behind me, flee the scene

Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine

Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim


[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]

Gettin' brain, pushing up my glasses just like a nerd

She DM like, "Hey" 'cause I got chicken, bitch, this not a farm

Need to stop, drop, and roll, I snuck in that firearm

Yeah, got that blicky on me, like I'm 'bout to turn

Send him home, put it in my hands, watch me get it gone

Send a code, this ain't UFC, but I'm getting 'bows

Pick a ho, since you love this bitch, nigga, here you go

From the 4, niggas switching up like a pick and roll

I can't even tell who really real no more

Got so many styles, I got different flows

Ayy, soon as they walk in, have bro check 'em for a wire

I'ma call your bitch Giannis, she the stuffer and the driver

She gon' suck it like a demon every time, oh, this bitch fire

I don't even like this ho, I just love her job at Meijers

Ayy, my gay bitch just wanna taste it, say she hate dick

I like them skinny, thick bitches can't take dick

Taught my youngin how to outsmart the machines that take chips

He in school getting punches, everybody hates Chris

My dawg in jail, I'm tryna help his bitch pay rent

'Cause I know if I'm jammed, my baby gon' do the same shit


[Chorus: Bagboy Mell]

Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm really in the field with the gang

Spent a lot, eleven thousand on a chain

Heard your dawg getting money, but he lame

Bitch, I got that thing, don't make me catch a stain

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, got a thousand-some Perkys in a Range

If the boys get behind me, flee the scene

Bitch, my lean game broke, but I got 'caine

Chopper hold a Frank', I ain't gotta aim