[Intro: Gekko & Virtue]

Ayy, yuh, ayy, yuh (I ain't playin' no, no)

Ayy, yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy yuh (Come on, come on, come on)

[Verse 1: Virtue]

I ain't playin' enough, thank you come again, ho

I just lay low, prob'ly couple of bands-o

Couple of foreign hoes, can look 'em in the face though

Can't pretend though, you actin' out the place, bro

See this Gucci coat, got it at the Gucci store

Need a Louis coat to match my 944

I come again just to see you droppin' 'til the floor

I come me again just to beat his ass until the floor

I'm swingin' left right like this bitch was fight night

She eat me up like I ain't speedin' down to fifty five

Damn shawty, you [?]

She the reason why these bitches [roll?] when I arrive

'Cause when I arrive thеy act like I'm a [beehive?]

Needa revivе, I'm hot than a G5

I'm sittin' knee-high, bitch's name Maria

Lisa, Tia and Teresa, huh

[Verse 2: Gekko]

Black tracksuit, blood on the chain

Three straps like my shoes, keepin' Plain Jane

Whipper cool now she wanna play games

Three seconds split kick the turbo when the left lane

I'm here to fascinate, fast lane, get to straight

Leave a bitch at the gate 'cause I'm runnin' at a faster rave

Movin' state to state, [?]

It's a [?], what you hate?

'Cause I'm better off [?] break

What you got to say? Call [?]

Louis gold ring spends on the name

Speedboy, Nissan on the grave

With a plot for the whip and a plot for the fame

Black tracksuit, sparkle tiffin' coke

Kick the number 'cause she callin' on my phone

Pack the coupe 'cause you know I'm never home

It's a Landspeed move when I [raise?] the shadow clone

[Verse 3: $atori Zoom]

Homie, Bruce Lee, pull up with a toolie

I fuck up bitches tight and you love a bitch [?]

Oopsi, whoopsi, he pull up with a whoopty

Already hit a coochie, but won't you introduce me?

Zoomthrax finna fuck a bitch and sippin' [?]

Slop top [?] then we hit a baby [?]

'64 Impala, pull up with catanas

I don't fuck with drama, take it to the Oprah

Off-one, yo this jokin', shit ain't easy

Believe me, you runnin' up the check with a 3P

See me, I disappear like Houdini

I got three wishes: need ass, tities and jeans

Rippin' [?] in the whip

With the ladies in back

Sippin' [?] and gettin' lit

Lil' shorty got the stick

And I pull up Boss 429, John Wick