[Intro: Goku]

It's triple, quadruple, no, it's... TIMES TEN!

[Verse 1]

Charged up in this bitch, I can't fuck with lil niggas

How you dissin' on the gang that get you smoked, lil nigga

I can't be with lil niggas, bitch, I be with real killers

And we ride with that pack, like some fuckin' dope dealers, ayy

[Verse 2]

Uh, me and my niggas, grave diggers (grave diggers)

X you out that circle, bitch, we take you out the picture

Workin' wonders like a genie, makin' disses, cuz it's simple

And I don't like to talk too much, you feelin' bold

Come get your pimple, bussed

We gon' send some hits, you gotta gun, we got a biggеr one

We been had the drop but turnеd our back to save the little ones

[Verse 3]

All these niggas, they ain't coolin' with J.O., but I ain't feelin' em

It's some niggas, I ain't cool with to this day, cause they ain't real enough

All these niggas, they be trickin' for these hoes, stop that funny shit

I'm the type don't waste no time, no I'm gettin' to the money quick

Off the shrooms, feelin' dumb, so I'm guess I'm on a funny trip

Off the shrooms, getting head, so that bitch is sucking gummy dick

Me and my niggas be on funny shit

Take the roof up off the car like nigga, this a flyin' ship

And me and gang a go fuck up a check

Got your bitch on my dick, but she don't even got my number yet (woo)

And she ain't gon' get it, got your bitch up on my dick, cause she said she don't wanna lick it

[Verse 4: GHØST!]

I'm a goofy ass nigga, but I make these fuckin' millions

I can't be with stupid niggas, I get high and get to thinkin' like (Shh)

Bitch, it's quiet on the set

It's like I don't fuck with money, how I'm fuckin' up this check

And now your main bitch wet

I don't even want no pussy, I just want some fuckin head

I got your bitch up on my dick, but I just want to fuck her friend

If she wanna come along, then I'mma leave her pussy red

And now I gotta fuckin' spaz

I see J.O. in the back, I see him clutchin' on his mag

That means somethin' finna pop off, bitch you bet not fuckin lag

Or I'mma leave your ass here, bitch, go catch a fuckin' cab

Get the fuck on

[Verse 5]

That bitch hit different when she mad

Me and bro up in this bitch like Rick and Morty in the lab

It hit different when I'm clutchin' on my 40 on my lap

Why he missin'? I don't know, that's the one I'm finna act

Brody trippin'

Yeah, I know, because he bussin' off the addy

Told big bro, he gotta go, this nigga still ain't wit it yet

Passed Tommy, inna corner of the club (SLUMPED!)

I been sippin' all night, so I ain't feelin' nothin'

And this trigger feelin' nice, I been starin' at the button

This lil' shot just got me nice, so I might go and grab another

J.O. is a fighter, no, I'm not the type for lovin' That lil' hoe ain't it, so I'm fuckin' on her cousin

She reachin' for dick, but I ain't watchin' what she touchin'

She gon' eat the dick, you know, some shit just like a muffin

[Verse 6]

I smoke woods to the face like nothin'

Thumbing through the blues, countin' money by the hundred

Gotta tell the truth, only lie when the judge in it

Freak gon' eat the dick, she know some shit just like a muffin

Five shooters on the team, like some niggas started hoopin'

Tear the ceiling off this bitch like some niggas started shootin'

Like he JT on the hip, brody clutchin' on Lil Uzi

Got so many clips, my niggas might just shoot a movie

Truly

[Verse 7]

It ain't no man I can't outdo

You wanna run up, don't you try it, chop' be playin' peekaboo

And if a nigga wanna try it, I respect it, and salute

Because it's on this day, you dyin', reunitin' with your crew

[Verse 8: GHØST!]

A lot of niggas think I'm lyin', how I'm flyin' in this coupe

But bitch, the money comin' different, now I'm ridin' wit no roof

Me and J.O. comin' different, we inspirin' the youth

A lot of bitches flock to us, cause we spit fire in the booth

Man I got this party jumpin', aye we finna blow this roof

So if a nigga got a problem, he can come talk to this tool

L don't fuck with goofy niggas that I knew way back in school

Them niggas cap about the riches, man, they lyin' bout them jewels

L don't fuck with goofy bitches, bitch, I put you in a song

And if a nigga need a beat, then I just hit my homie's phone like

Zero

[Verse 9: GHØST! & J.O.]

Aye, bitch, I need a fuckin' check

I'm tryin' to wrap these goofy niggas up and leave them on they necks

See I like

Smokin' by the pound, I can't feel below the neck

But if a nigga run up wrong, I'mma up this fuckin' tech

Why you buy a fuckin' vest? I don't aim below the neck

See, you a goofy ass nigga, bitch, I die behind respect

I know y'all niggas don't want smoke cause yo bitch know where i be at

And if a nigga wanna try me, he can meet the fuckin' set

If a nigga bangin' wrong then we put two into his head

So if you toe-to-toe with me, then I'mma lay yo

Ass to rest

Haha, stupid bitch