[Intro: Lil Yachty]

(Enrgy made this one)

On my mama, I just, nigga

Nigga just got off his ass

Flew up out here to really talk some shit with these niggas (Frrp)

You wanna talk, you can talk hella shit (Boat, Boat)

On God, look, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]

Come and suck on my jeweler dick

My doctor almost died, I made my bitch go and clean his spit

Yeah, on my mama, I need him here

He gon' write the scripts 'til he dip to go hang with Kobe

Wraith pulled me over, no question, he didn't owe me

Damn, this bitch just called my name like she really know me

Ain't a rap nigga in the world that can say they ho'd me

I just got a S-I-G in the back foldin'

I bought SRTs in my sleep, it didn't hurt my pockets

I just saw a sealed pint of Act' and it hurt my sockets

Real VVS on my bitch, ain't no heart lockets

I live on the lake, leave the crib and forgot to lock it

It's okay, I got cameras there

And my brothers sleep in the upstairs, we got hammers there

And my other brother trap close, he got Pamela there

Good with the block like Tyson Chandler was there

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]

Forty-four Dweller on

Breakin' hearts with a Chrome Hearts sweater on

Breakin' charts on house arrest, I ain't left from home

Takin' narcs and pourin' codeine in styrofoams

I keep a cup of lean on me, don't wanna die alone

What the fuck is one pint? I wanna buy a load

I got the plug to send them bricks, I'm tryna find Lil Boat

Tired of buyin' jewelry and cars, I'm finna buy a goat

Shit, sixty pointers in my ear

I can buy like ten pairs, shit, and one won't hurt me

Told Double my next piece gon' be thirty for thirty

Me and Mike takin' blues, goin' thirty for thirty

Ain't got no feelings but I told my lil' bitch it's gon' hurt if you hurt me

The funeral home'll prolly run out of dirt if you murk me

Start my day off with a six of some Purp and a Perky

If the pastor sold dope I walk in the church with a turkey

[Verse 3: Veeze]

Gang, gang

Rio just put on me a hundred racks, fresh out the bank

Two Gs just put on me, pourin' drank right out the pint

I got bitches sellin' pussy, look like Tyra Banks

I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, shootin' basketball just like I'm Drake

This shit ain't nothin' to my niggas

Youngest nigga in my crew, got like six figures

I been drippin' since the Trues with the thick stitchin'

Every time he think about his bro he reminiscin'

Boy, we don't shoot up no houses, we hit niggas

Boy, I been sippin' dirty water with my Flint niggas

Ayy, cuz', I just made a lot of blues with my Crip niggas

Blood, I could never be no bool with no snitch nigga

I need a Wockhardt pool so I could swim in it

I'm 'bout to fill a fuckin' coupe with like ten bitches

We just made a pop pitch black like a ten of Tris

I been in the basement wrappin' work like I'm Big Tigger

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]

Just got my dick sucked by a caucasian

Glock hit him from three different ways, he caught all angles

Walkin' through the set with 'seppis on, buyin' Palm Angel

Lil' bitch been chasin' me for years, she got strong ankles

Vezzo, let me see that watch one time, I need some motivation

I was totin' traps and sellin' dope when you was roller skatin'

Got a bitch pregnant in September, had a COVID baby

Crazy thinkin' 'bout the situation, we ain't have no relation

Yachty, lemme see that anchor chain, I'm tryna fuck an actress

I just paid six thousand and some change for a fuckin' mattress

Shoot the baby K with no aim, I bust it backwards

Spice talkin', got the Ghetto Boyz movin' up the ladder

Hold on, I ain't done yet

I just finished me a lil' bitch, Mortal Kombat

My daddy caught a body with this Glock, it's a compact

Add another body to the count, then take the gun back

[Verse 5: Louie Ray]

Keep up, the way that we been goin', we ahead, ahead

Nigga, just five years ago, I was scared of red

We was droppin' Act' like droppin' trash in the trash can

Ooh, yeah, it was nothin' to it

Told her that her pussy ain't shit unless I nut into it

I can't really do no extra shit, I do enough movin'

I would go and buy another brick but ain't enough movin'

I heard Flint niggas gettin' love but do too much shootin'

You ain't really active like we is, you do too much coolin'

Droolin', park my car wherever 'til I move it

I'm nasty, fartin', out to eat and don't excuse it

Bro, I hate that I can buy whatever now 'cause I abuse

Bought a pint just to pour four fours just to do it

Buyin' jewelry 'cause I put myself on off of music

Take my Perc' fast 'cause I'm already high and I might lose it

This a hunnid cash and I can count it out to you to prove it

[Verse 6: GrindHard E]

It's amazin', I'm still out here dodgin' dope cases

Might drop a 2020 Benz, same color as a raisin

Louie split a Perc' 30 with me and made me take it

Three-five of A1 in the 'Wood, had to face it

Had my crib slappin' like the car, I guess that's why they raided me

When I was sellin' dope I had a couple fiends that stay with me

Ten thousand dollars in a day, you can't make a G

Two hunnid a gram and I'm stiff, you gotta come to me

It's all hustle, ain't no love for me

Got my old and my new bitch, they baby daddy can't fuck with me

G-R-I-N-D Hard, that shit stuck with me