[Intro: Duke Dennis & Kai Cenat]

Ayy Kai, man, why these niggas playing, like?

I don't know bro, but we ’bout to walk on this, though

We finna walk, ayy, finna walk on this shit

[Chorus: Duke Dennis]

I took that shit personal, just like I'm drilling

You know where I'm from, so you know how I’m coming

Three years ago, yeah, I know I was bummy

Now I'm buzzing like number 2 on the Hornets

That's how it go, trap moving fast or slow

Never put trust in a hoe, so I watch how I move

All I think about is blues

All I make is money moves, ayy

[Verse 1: Duke Dennis]

Hood nigga, not a street nigga

Only some know that it's a difference

I had to keep my distance

I'm from the D, bread is blue, but don't play for the pistons

Hottest nigga out the city, I know

Six figures six months in a row

They sneak dissing so I know how it go

I'm from the trenches so I keep a pole

Jeff Hardy, top ropes, I'm raw

Twelve on me, I can’t say what I saw

Juat imagine, straped up for the lick

Seventy band, I spent on a car

I don’t care about the fame

Made a million, on the gang

Put my hood on a chain

Don't worry, that bitch on the way

I spent 30k today

[Chorus: Duke Dennis]

I took that shit personal just like I’m drilling

You know where I'm from so you know how I'm coming

Three years ago, yeah, I know I was bummy

Now I'm buzzing like number 2 on the hornets

That’s how it go, trap moving fast or slow

Never put trust in a hoe, so I watch how I move

All I think about is blues

All I make is money moves

[Verse 2: Kai Cenat]

But I'm filling the gas

I'm living too fast

Half a mill on the Tube, yeah, I fuck with my subs

You know they the guys

Tryna run me a bag

Not a rapper but I got the swag

In dior, I don't care about tags

If you reaching, you know I'ma blast

And I'm never in last

Was never in class

Don't care bout my past

I picked up a camera and got me a bag

See the looks on they faces, I know that they mad

I'm with Fanum, my nigga, he stay driving fast

Gang

These niggas got me in my bag

Too humble, not cocky, I don't need to brag

I pray to my god cause some days can get bad

And I'm catching these flights and I'm getting jetlag

Taking these trips out of state

What happened in Boston is staying in Boston

Got love for my brothers, I know they won't cross me

Was hooping the train, now I'm driving a foreign

Shit, Fuck it

I need private jet

My phone airplane mode

Don't got time for no text

Tryna get right, you know I'ma dog, I love sex

We hopped in the lambo and hopped in the vet

Uh

I'm too wavy, all these girls love me

She too crazy, she stay bugging

With my nigga Duke, we thugging

Now they see how we coming

Had to sit back and relax

Remember, I came from the back of the back

Used to be broke, now I'm counting these stacks

If I'm six foot, I'm taller when I stand on me racks