[Intro: Trickie]

I recorded this shit in the booth with no pants bitch

I'm still flexing harder than you

You're gay

[Verse 1: Trickie]

Pull up to school and I'm hitting my dance (dance)

I am not wearing no pants (no pants)

My niggas rockin like Grant (rock)

I might hit my money stance (my stance)

[Verse 2: dish]

My bitch mixed, huh yea, like Todoroki (huh woah)

That bitch got her hands on me just like a goalie (oh my god!)

I might pull up, diamonds wetter than a Froakie (huh what)

I might pull up, huh yea, she gon blow me (oh my god!)

[Verse 3: wave]

Watch me count my bands, bands, bands, bands

Racks in my pocket (huh)

Bitch I'm off a xan, xan, xan, xan

Flier than a rocket (Bean!)

I been servin grams, grams, grams, grams

Plug in the socket

Bitch don't use your hands, hands, hands, hands

Ride the dick, don't top it (god damn)

[Verse 4: wave]

I don't want no sex, sex, sex, sex

I just wanna cuddle

I'm with all my friends, friends, friends, friends

And we're all gon huddle (gang)

Pull up with my blades, blades, blades, blades

Ready for rebuttal (OK!)

You can kiss my bellend-end-end-end, look like a shuttle (Damn Red whatchu doin)

[Verse 5: dish]

Bitch I got a gun, gun, gun gun, and now I feel like Maki (BRRRP!)

Kami Rose, you gettin flamed up until you look like Takis (huh)

I just might go grapple that bitch, and now I feel like Baki (what)

Bumblebee my bike, bike, bike bike, I got a Kawasaki (SKRRT!)

[Verse 6: wave]

Flow change

Diamonds on neck look like cocaine (huh)

Heat in the kitchen like Propane (what)

Bitch tried to grab for my gold chain (OK!)

[Verse 7: dish]

Huh, Four, four, four

Yo mom a whore, whore, whore

Hop out the door, door, door

Ain't bout the whores, whores, whores

[Verse 8: wave]

And your bitch a bore, bore, bore

Minior core, core, core

Blood on the floor, floor, floor

Wearing Dior, or, or

[Verse 9: wave]

Look at my wrist, shine bright

Yaro and Toppi, might fight

Spit Todoroki, fye ice

Whip in the kitchen, fried rice

[Outro: wave]

AYEEEEEE

YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOIN ON BRUH

AACU AND WE KILLIN ALL THE FEDS

YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOIN ON BRUH

BOW BOW BOW OUT THE MELTY CANNON

KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOIN ON BRUH

I GOT BANVAS ON MY HOODIE AND ON MY PANTS

BALENCIAGA SEASON

YOU KNOW WHAT THE- YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUT

YA DIG?

GANG

GANG

BANG BANG

HUH