[Verse 1: KanaStackin]

I know you a broke nigga, you ain't count none of these bands

I got hella problems that you wouldn't understand

Up that GEN-5, let that bitch blow in the wind

We is not the same bitch, don't call me your twin

Nigga want the smoke, tell him send the loc'

Fuck a Glock, nigga, you can still get your ass poked

Stop worryin' bout me, this shit sad, get your bag

Get up off my dick, you a f-

[Verse 2: E11EN]

This craft is really mine and I ain't talkin' Jack Black

Just spent a bandsy on my blick, I made it right back

This bitch a groupie hoe, she thinkin' that we all that

I can't stay up no more, I'm sleepy smokin' on your pack

These hoes ethereals, I pulled up with my boomstick

You make me too sick, I sweep you with my broomstick

My choppa, it's abusive, hop out, we gon' shoot shit

Play up in this bitch, better use your head, not your two lips

New Eridu my set, bitch, you know I be runnin' shit

Nineteen in Poland, bitch, you know I'm gon' be servin' shit

Kanade Stackin cash, E11EN just be swervin' shit

We spin your block and buy it out, we just way too stupid rich