Verse 1 (Justonho):

I’m guessing it’s ‘stonho’s turn

So sit back, just watch, and learn

From Atlanta, but I’m not Earn;

Ushering new sounds; let it burn

In a black coupe listening to “The Furns”

Got a lot of sticks, but the butter don’t churn

But we still eat cause we got a lot of plates

Still up on the bench, just with more weight

Label getting mad cause I'm making them wait

They worried bout the album, I'm focused on the tape

On a tour bus, but no Elimi-date

With a bad chick, well, more like 8

Getting feedback on our song “Irate”

They said they’re all hungry, but I already ate

“It’s only Francars, no you can't havе steak,”

“And I ain't taking none of y'all to Cheesecakе”

6 of them left and only 2 of them stayed

Still made them lap up on the way to VA

It’s the 2 of them and the gang with meh:

Specifically Kite$, TouchDown, and Jay

“Papi, I think you need some gas”

Baby you don't know shit bout my whip

“Papi slow down, you’re going to fast!”

I like to treat my Bimmer like it’s a spaceship

Still keep a Michael Jordan on my hip

That’s a .45 you ain't gotta google it

I know you’re thinking 23 but listen don't forget;

He wore 45 once back in ‘96

‘stonho loves the kids and ‘stonho loves the jits

‘stonho loves exotic women, places, and, whips

‘stonho is a ChopStar til the last clip;

‘stonho is a ChopStar til the last clip!

Verse 2 (TDT):

.45 in the left, .23 to the right

Don't worry bout the clips cause you know my shot's tight

Might take your girl, but I won't treat her right

I come thru quick like a thief in the night

Gone in 30 seconds, speeding thru the light

Y'all boys look broke, peddle on bikes

Your girlfriend a track, we'll speed race in that

I'm trying it once, she get kicked to the back

Chop in this bitch like we in a forest

Have you holding flowers like you is a Florist

Big knots in my pocket, they covered in garlic

Don't mess with 'stonho, he going Brolic

That boy CoreyKite$, though he from the city

He coming thru, and choppin you down

That boy Jay Montana he come with the blammer

He laying you 6 feet under the ground (Bow!)

Verse 3 (Corey Kite$):

Put a nigga 6 feet underground

Piece him like bond, don't make a song

Send a beat, I'll chop that sound

Dripping on drops, I never drown

Fuck with me, he on CNN

Beef with the gang never seen again

Shawty at 10, let me see your friend

Lightskinned teacher gonna let me bend

I put that semen right their on her skin

I put his head in a scope in a lens

Corona Diamonds, water washing my hands

And I don't like her, I just sort of pretend

Dumping product like I'm high in demand

All this money make her twerk on command

Fuck 12 cause they fuck with my kin

Choppa eat a pig like he was skins

Choppa go rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat

Fucked on yo hoe and I never came back

Now she calling me like "where you at?"

I'm in the trap, nigga tracks like crack

Ion do dap cause these niggas whack

Shooting that shot cause I got great stats

Cut-throat Ke, boy don't get stabbed

Niggas want smoke? Then we got dabs!

HOT HOT HOT

Shout out to my nigga Touchdown Trent and my nigga 'stonho

I'm gone! (Bitch!)