[Intro: dime!]

Yo, it's ya boy dime wit’ another banger. This time bro, like I need y'all to hit up my alt account, you know what I'm sayin’ 'cause I need some more plays on there. I'ma drop a song too so y'all better be tuned, man, for real

(dime!)

[Chorus: dime!]

Talking on the gang, we-we gon' do him bad (Bad)

That boy keep on shootin', we keep shootin' ba-a-ack

Bitch, we in vc, hotdog on a mag (Mag)

Hoe, don't waste my time, I’m gon’ get that bag

Get that bag, I'ma get that green-green-green

He gon’ go out sad, he ain't with the team-team

Our life, we smokin' green, boy you trash, you won't be seen

Yo’ bitch steady fuckin' me, got that let hoe on her knees

[Verse 1: dime!]

Everything [?] me-me-me

Bo-Boy you wouldn't do a thing, don't even try me

S-Smokin' so much gas, she said I look Chinese

No, I won't commit, let hoe I ain't signing

Bitch, I do it better

He thought I was lacking, I'ma shoot him through the sweater-ea-e-er

Bitch, I do it better

I stay wit' my gang, bitch, I'm tunin' in wit' my teather

[Verse 2: crusafix]

(G-G-Go) I'm-I'm up on that roof like a camera

(Go-Go) [?]

Y-You can't fuck wit' me, I got a phantom

(Go-Go) [?] and all my bands [?]

I got one, two, thr-three, fo-four ba-bands up in my wallet

Old friends did me dirt, why the fuck I see them callin'?-callin'?

Posted wit' my team, yeah, dime! and moragas

O-Only tell a lie when I try to be honest

([?] I like being honest

Smoking gas, fill my lungs, smokin' chronic

[?]

Say you wouldn't take a trip [?])

[Verse 3: clean]

Smoking sticky pack, wit' my team, I cannot lack-lack

Me-Me, dime! and crusafix gon' pull up wit' a mag-mag

Sayin' I ain't winnin', yo-you need to relax

Sorry boy you cannot, are you wit' my sta-a-ats?

Posted wit' my team, I'm gettin' high

Fe-Feelin' like a cyclops, open up my eye

Ye-Yeah, it's finally time to just open up my mind

Yeah, I think it's finally time that you gon' fucking di-i-ie

[Chorus: dime!]

Talking on the gang, we-we gon' do him bad (Bad)

That boy keep on shootin', we keep shootin' ba-a-ack

Bitch, we in vc, hotdog on a mag (Mag)

Hoe, don't waste my ti–, –i–, I'm gon' get that b–, –ag

Get that bag, I'ma get that green-green-green

He gon' go out sad, he ain't with the team-team

Our life, we smokin' green, boy you trash, you won't be seen

Yo' bitch steady fuckin' me, got that let hoe on her knees

[Outro: dime!]

Everything [?] me-me-me

Bo-Boy you wouldn't do a thing, don't even try me

S-Smokin' so much gas, she said I look Chinese

No, I won't commit, let hoe, I ain't signing-i-i-ing

(dime!)