[Chorus: Delta Deez]

Bet that this summer if I get a grill, then I got all the hoes pulling buns out

My camp gon slide and they look like a band cause they always be pulling the drums out

They gon turn somebody son into soil, my chain shine like it was covered in foil

Four five got a little bit of recoil, I shoot with two hands and that bitch isn't moving

[Verse 1: Delta Deez]

Gang pulling up and as soon as they find 'em

They do what they do and then they get rerouted

Way that she spit on it, suck it and swallow

I love her cause she understand the assignment

Fuck on a shorty, then pass to my brother, the only timе I'm giving bitches a Divmond

She get my snakе bout hard as a a rock, she pull down the pants and then pull out the Onix

I hate to lie and I love to be honest, I love to flex and I hate to be modest

Y'all always worry bout all the wrong things, shoulda count shots instead of my pockets

Uh yeah, what's on the docket

Fucking up anyone fucking up profit

Ain't in our league, how we riding with rockets

We hit his house and it's looking atomic, ay

Wherever you planning to go, little bitch, I bet I been there

Two point five of this OG straight in this cone, I roll and then I bend air

We knew that they was hoes, so we told the homies, so that they don't get sent there

They the type that's gonna fold and then call the police and then end up us all up in a jail

This is why I'm not accepting no commentary, from folks who ain't ever put money on commissary

Rappers is actors and dressing like bitches, I guess that that make 'em Tyler Perry

I'm on the phone getting cussed out, her tone change when I touch down

I hit one and got one coming, so the first one getting rushed out

[Chorus: Delta Deez]

Bet that this summer if I get a grill, then I got all the hoes pulling buns out

My camp gon slide and they look like a band cause they always be pulling the drums out

They gon turn somebody son into soil, my chain shine like it was covered in foil

Four five got a little bit of recoil, I shoot with two hands and that bitch isn't moving

[Verse 2: Diggz Da Prophecy]

Uh, she love the snake cause it's rock hard

I hit the stage and I rock hard

You bitches fake, you a knock off

Fucking her face gave her lockjaw

She think it's great I'm getting topped off

I be a great, watch me pop off

You do what you hate, you are not boss

I'm getting cake cause I'm top dawg

Olympics Games, how I jump to the top and I got that medal appeal

Never was I the one who was on the run, type to mettle for real

No mystery, yeah, I'm cold with the inc, not the type to meddle and steal

Solid as a rock and I up my game, now I'm medal and steal

[Chorus: Delta Deez]

Bet that this summer if I get a grill, then I got all the hoes pulling buns out

My camp gon slide and they look like a band cause they always be pulling the drums out

They gon turn somebody son into soil, my chain shine like it was covered in foil

Four five got a little bit of recoil, I shoot with two hands and that bitch isn't moving