[Intro: KD!]

(Hol' up, lemme play this real quick)

[Chorus: KD!]

Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming, it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Bridge: KD!]

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit, gon' die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon' leave them on the side still

And my twin, he slide

'Cause he know he keep that mop still

[Verse 1: prettifun]

Huh, we get too high

Too stuck off thе za

I can't even move right

Shе said she don't get wet

Turn this shit to pool night

Bitch lying on me

Now this shit on sight

Bad bitch, tryna pass the cup

I don't wanna drank night

Drake and shit, OVO

I kiss hoes on stage night

Focus, and get paid today

I got bread all on my eyes

Baby, she can slay today

Buh-buh-buh, I make her wait

[Chorus: KD!]

Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming, it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Bridge: KD!]

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit, gon' die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon' leave them on the side still

And my twin, he slide

'Cause he know he keep that mop still

[Verse 2: luvrello]

Yeah, hop outside that trap

I spray this shit like new Febreeze, yeah

Freak lil' hoes off X

She exactly what I need, yeah

Kill her, pop that X

Smoke that dope, then brush my teeth

Yeah, my kutta pop that hood

But you can't take me out them streets

Yeah, goddamn

My partner selling blicks

I damn near live outside

Always somewhere in that mix

I swear I almost died

Now I'm right back on that shit

Push up, I take my flicks

New Patek for my bitch, my opps, they ain't on shit

[Chorus: KD!]

Talk down on gang and this shit gon' get tragic

I pull up with sticks and that shit automatic

He said he want smoke and we let that boy have it

I'm rolling on gas, this shit like a habit

The money be coming, it never subtracting

I'm rolling again, I felt like an addict

Play with that fire, you getting that static

Got diamonds, they dancing, that's all on the Patek

[Outro: KD!]

Pull up with that fire

I been sipping red

Shoot that shit, gon' die

Lead up in your head

Got them sticks outside

It gon' leave them on the side still

And my twin, he slide

'Cause he know he keep that mop still