[Intro]

(Yo, put in on dow-)

[Verse 1: XatoKai]

Switchblade in the back of my pocket

You know I’m in for the profit, I always aim to get my money up

Stupid niggas only be looking to get they funny up

If I see 'em come around they know they getting muddied up

Don’t give a fuck

I’ll pop out on like any nigga, keep it tucked on waistline, you know I am not fucking wit' the play time

You can’t rhyme, you know I’m only riding wit' the best, got the foo foo niggas stressed, I’m on the block and never need a vest

Introduce a nigga face into my timberland

I got my oppas shivering, they’ll never play wit me again

Walk into the party and my diamonds glistening, he wasn’t listening when I told him I’m boutta up it on him

Think about me so much that I’m prolly in ya dreams, rockin' old supreme, while I’m takin' a shot of Jim Beam, you switched teams

So now I think it’s justified to make ya fuckin' bitch cream, you know I’ll take ya life away on live stream (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: EDDISON]

Ayy

Bitch, I hop out the Beam

Ayy

Bitch, I walk out the Beam

Big steppa, and I'm Big Double D

Big steppa in my Louis V/Supreme

I can't walk, watch out, I might slip

From the 9-5-4, bitch, we still on fuck shit

Gang gang, if you ain't gang you can't hang

You so broke, what you on for?

Noctvrnl Gang, its what ya bitch say

I'm sippin' drank, put my whole three in a Lemonade

Bitch on my dick, ayy

Because I'm cool, ayy

Finna pop up on this pill like ooh, ayy

I'm in the same damn shit that I been in, pussy

I'ma pull up on yo' bitch, she gon' suck up on me, suck up on me

Gang

From the 9-5-4 to the N-Y-C

Bitch, it's Big Double D

[Verse 3: Lil Darkie]

Me and my boys in NYC, and we poppin' shit

I walk into the Rick Owens store, 'cause I'm coppin' shit

Rick Owens shorts, big pockets, I be droppin shit

Take that nigga out of the photo, we be croppin' shit

Big bands, big pile of money, with the opulence

Everytime I ride the subway, hop it, they ain't stop us once

Everytime I ride the subway, leave a sticker on the seat

Dark liquor, brown liquor, I like all my liquor sweet

I smoke grabba-leaf, not so swisher sweets

I'll take a Bacon Egg and Cheese, don't be cheap with the meat

It's 3AM, but a nigga starving and he gotta eat

I'm smoking so much weed that the stars are not that far to me

I'm sorry, bitch ass nigga, huh, pardon me

Didn't see ya there, I guess you're just hard to see

Lil Darkie, that's a tough act, hard to beat

I see them tryna spit, but this rappin' shit's a part of me