[Verse 1: Dasgasdom3]

Uh

I'm the goat (Uh)

40' for a show (Uh-huh)

Designer on my waist

This shit drippin' out my card (Out my card)

I'm in the studio, uh (Uh)

Kickin' this shit with bro (Yuh)

We only shoot for ace, the diamond could wipe your nose (Wipe your nose)

Red blood inside my veins (Veins)

Christian Lou' for the lows (Lows)

Any problem I done played, I played it right in my row

They gon' make me start a riot, rubber burnin' a cloud (Uh, yeah)

What the fuck they really sayin', my brothers shootin' on the dot (On the dot)

Tip-toein' my future all the way up to the fuckin' top (To the top)

Signal red, like Medusa, another head up in the shot

Runnin', runnin', on thе pace up

Money can get ya facеd up (Brrr)

Better never debate us, ain't nobody ever played us (Ain't no played us)

So how the fuck they save us?

Money broke so they hate us (Why they hate us?)

Ain't no picture that made me so ain't no nigga that done made us

We only levelin', dead members and presidents (Yuh)

Money truly might power anything out my element (Uh-huh)

So how they tellin' it?

Niggas snitches, they tellin' shit (Uh-huh)

We ain't 'bout to civilize, bullets rip through yo residence (What, what?)

Pick and roll, pickin' a pack to smoke

We see the opposition, we snatchin' 'em from they soul (Bah!)

I done been alone (Been alone)

Ain't nobody really know (They don't know)

But nobody give a fuck when you doin' shit on yo own (Fuck nah)

Main nigga bossed up, I got it out for sure though

We ain't with the camera, don't come around takin' photos

Unless this Glock got a camera, we shootin', it's a slo-mo (Grrrrr)

Angle on angle, makin' sure your body with angels

I ain't movin' stable, I think I'd be better with a label

Every problem encountered, we never took losses, I'm thankful (Thankful)

I am blessed to see all the opps that they body on the cable

They family up on the news, they cryin' for Lord to save 'em (Lord to save 'em)

But he can't though, it's too late, nigga (But he can't though)

Your brother died and you ain't slide, I know you filled with hate, nigga (I know you filled with hate)

Fuck bein' civilized, though even bein' straight with ya

Bullets, they killin' lives and you gon' be the blank picture

Take the camera roll, they want a cameo (Aye, what?)

Hate to me, selfish, they only love if it's they antidote

Niggas federal, snitchin' but they won't let it go

Smokin' addiction, I'm way too high up on the medical (Bah!)

Where the sign at?

Where the love at?

Where all the murderers with the motherfuckin' guns at? (With the guns)

I'm a rug-rat, I'm tryna run that (I'm a rug-rat)

Bullets and ligaments slippin' across in a bloodbath

They ain't ready for it, keep it in combat (They ain't ready, nah)

Stuck in paranoia, hearin' shit, I can't call back (Uh-huh)

[Bridge: Dasgasdom3 & WAFFLEJAX]

(I can't call back)

(Hearin' shit and I can't call back)

(I can't call back)

(Hearin' shit and I can't call back)

(Yeah, uh, ya bitch, she still likes my nuts, uh)

Yeah (Pimple-face, [?] bitch)

Bald bitch, la- ooh (Tommy lemon)

Wait, let me-, let me-, uh, yeah yeah yeah, like, uh (Other [?])

Bald bi-, uh, wait, hol-, look, let me go again, yuh, wait (We still do this shit)

(Me and Dom killed this bitch)

[Verse 2: WAFFLEJAX]

Bald bitch, last year had a lil' Britney moment (Yuh)

In my head, 25, got a eighth, I'm 'bout to smoke it (Bah!)

Coughin', puffin' all my problems, hella potent

On my FIFA Street status, I don't fuck with my opponents (Fuck 'em)

Genuine but ignorant and kinda braggadocious

Got a bunch of sons, they gon' know why I wrote this (Hah!)

Never throwin' ones in the club, I'm a broke bitch

And granny still in the hood, kitchen full of roaches (In the what?)

Sober, I was never sober, getting highest at my lowest

Peter Griffin-bag chasin', fuckin' on my Lois

Don't get disrespectful, on my mamas side they totin'

Always been the art kid but my cousins keep it open

Stripes on my T-shirt, baggy my clothes (Ugh)

She suckin', her knees hurt, Kaepernick pose

Be all my heart and Colombia my soul

I'm goin' one place, to the top, I belong, bitch (Bah!)