[Intro: Li Heat]

Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav

Let's go, skrrt, skrrt

Ayy, gang

Turn me up, ayy

[Chorus: Li Heat]

Gang, call up lil' Titi again

Her nigga don't know she been drivin' the pent

Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin

I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'

I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left

I don't use elevators, yeah, I like big steps

If she try to charge me, I'm tellin' the ref

Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff

[Verse 1: Li Heat]

And I aim with the heat like the young D Wade

Choppa cuttin' shit, give an opp temp fade

Ah, Lil Baby and Dugg, lil' bitch, we paid

If I fuck, I'ma dip like I opened some Lay's

My dawg in the kennel, let D out the cage

I'm young with money, so I'm stuck in my ways

Ayy, I swing the stick like a drunk ass uncle

Hit from the back, bet I pull out her frontal

Yeah, your nigga dumb, but GG dumber

You not a boss, lil' bitch, you a runner

Ayy, I'm a big boss like Vince McMahon

She slurp the dick like it's drink in a can

Make up your mind, you a opp or a fan?

You cut off the lights, my diamonds gon' dance

You cut on the lights, my diamonds gon' blind

Like the opps got rank, we'll pull up and aim

[Chorus: Li Heat]

Gang, call up lil' Titi again

Her nigga don't know she been drivin' the pent

Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin

I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'

I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left

I don't use elevators, yeah, I like big steps

If she try to charge me, I'm tellin' the ref

Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff

[Verse 2: Big Yavo]

Yeah, I'm just smokin' Jamaican like potion

On the E, just picked up your ho friend

How the fuck you a trapper and you don't know the meaning?

I'm tryna find me a opp, mix a hunnid in the season

And I keep my heat, I ain't goin' to Cleveland

Gangsta bitch, she keep a heat in her cleavage

Before I dip, gotta grab my Glock, can't leave it

My opps odd, the score uneven

Ayy, sippin' good drink, Li Heat pour some more up

Adidas, I'm tryna run some more up

I'm in the club with ten bottles on top of the sofa

I fuck with robbers and killers, my show fucked

Ayy, look, I'm havin' bread, cold cut

'Fore I let him beat, my, I'll kill a nigga dead like Oprah

Look, my opps Fruit Loops, all of 'em boxed in

She don't drop the panties, call her opp friend (Let's go)

[Chorus: Li Heat]

Gang, call up lil' Titi again

Her nigga don't know she been drivin' the pent

Seventeen nicks like Jeremy Lin

I cut off my bitch, no, we ain't winnin'

I cut off my bitch, she went right side, left

I don't use elevators, yeah, I like big steps

If she try to charge me, I'm tellin' the ref

Tag team bust a bitch like we mad at Jeff