[Verse]

Aye, yeah

Lil' cip snatch his chain

Big ahh Glock ain't shootin' no range

Hoe ahh nigga get stained

Count up guap, don't need no fame

AMG, CLA, slide with the Trues

I copped me some Ksub's, I threw away the Trues

Remember them days, I was off of the shrooms

Off of the shrooms, got high to the moon

Big body Jag', bitch, what is you on?

She lovin' my scent, she love my cologne

Have me on repeat, singing my song

Pour me my lean in my styrofoam

Speedway, double cup, I'on fuck wit' 7-Eleven

Bad ahh bitch, she came straight from heaven

I call lil' viyah, he came wit' the sticks

Big ahh Glock ain't gon' shoot that shit

If bro say, "Go" I go (Yeah)

Kick shit wit' the twins, you know

I'm broke bitch, you sound slow

Glock twenty-six, what I tote (Yeah)

ARP, it go, "Ffff" (Yeah)

Money counter, it go, "Ffff" (Yeah)

Moncler, Moncler, it's all on her coat

Bad ahh bitch and she doin' the most

Can't fuck these hoes but you know how that go

Off of the zaza and it got me so slow

Big ahh ARP, you know how that go

Glock nineteen X, know what I tote