[Verse 1: Bone$y]

Run up and I’m bussin at your melon with the llama

More lines I need more pints more guala

Puffin on that sticky stay ready for the drama

Blicky poking out like fo fos on Impalas

No long talk, I know bros an informer

Movin more packs than fuckin big pharma

Your main hoes a goer she a good dick blower

You the type to tell her way more than you show her

I’m the type to crack her open then act like I don’t know her

If she tryna learn the game, then I can probably show her

By the end of the day had that hoe bent over

If I know where you stay, I gеt the package sent ovеr

Leave an opp folded like a crease on a pair of Dickies

Full ownership no lease when I’m in the Bentley

Whoop a bitch ass with my belt I think that shit was fendi

Had a loyal bucket coppin dog rest in peace Reggie ah

I keep them comin back the recipe deadly?

Sittin in the caddy I'ma steer the whip steady

3 bricks of raw and a quarter brick fenty

Let the shit blow till the clip straight empty

Money be the only bad bitch that could tempt me

Don’t you force my fuckin hand and make me grab the semi

Been smokin on that good opp pack plenty

Gettin money by the boatload while I’m sippin henny

Pour the bottle on the ground that’s sum shit you envy

Once I’m done with the Henny, then grab the Remy

Remington 12 gauge pump leave ya brain spaghetti

You don’t really got bands, I'ma keep it 100

Ya bitch just ain’t my friend I'ma keep it abundant

Ya bitch really just my prey and I am the hunter

Made her hit her knees got her praying that Ima fuck her

I’m just tryna get the brain if I fuck er I love er

I'on love that hoe no I ain’t tryna cuff er

Got the soft white, drop it in the pot whippin butter

Get on your knees bitch, dddd did I stutter

[Hook: Bone$y]

I love my cutter and my cutter love me

Point aim and squeeze throwing two twenty threes

Stacking up blues, know we also got cheese

.556 blow him down like a breeze

Yo hoe lookin stanky might need some Febreze

Doin this the most fuck doin the least

[Verse 2: Cadet4wi10]

Choppin onions in the kitchen couple bad bitches baggin up

If it's us, sendin faceshots we ain't tearin up

Got some eyeglasses for yo shooters, they ain't near enough

We just gettin started, take them beats and we tear them up

Tiramesu she a sweet lil hoe

Always bring me money, she be under my toe

I mean under my thumb can you lay with me?

Baby can't you see? I'ma rolling stone

Breakin down these bags like I'm breakin down these hoes too

Whole foods I dont give a fuck about that bitch no she old news

I don't give a fuck about that opp he a hoe too

I be eatin food off they plate don't need Pro Tools

Talkin all that shit guess you can't see what's at steak

Outback shotgun to your head make your face bloom

Kitchen table takin so much weight, watch the legs break

Shake Shack bet I shake back before it go boom

Take that I tell my bitch that I'm the big spoon

AK ruger Glock or tray let my bitch choose

Full moon fuck her like a beast on them cartoons

Fuck her from the car to the bath to the bedroom

We just took a trip first class into Cancun

In the bathroom, low yo voice, they can hear you

Let me see dat ass baby twirl pause resume

Can't even lie, ya make me smile with ya perfume