[Intro]

Buggin' out!

Glah

[Verse 1: Kyle Richh]

B-Bend through, put the beam on his homie

.30 on body, might spin on my Dollie

Ain't no lie, got booked for the stoley

Free-free my brother, he oot like Ginóbili

You on my dick and you don't even know me

Off the 'migos, she start gettin' kinky, like

You-you the goat if you link me

Thumb in her butt, make her cum on my pinky

Free Richh, life of the party

She a thot, she gon' shake it like Cardi

I got ooters around me

Dissin' the gang, he get put in a molly

Lightskin, nut on her stomach (Gang)

Sex too good, I might straight fuck it, like (Gang, gang, gang)

She like KR, I love it

Like, I'm a G and I'm only a youngin (Glah, Glah)

I-I ain't click, why hе runnin?

Hop out, up it and dump it, like

Feel like Middleton, I got thе bucks

Dead off Henny, she ready to fuck

Like off that Henny, I'm clutchin' that what?

Clickin' and click, I'm in love with my gun, like

Dee flock in the back with a drum

Pop out in the dark and we shoot you for fun (What?)

And this shit got a kick with it

Bodies on bodies, they all in my lungs

And this pain, I gotta sit with it

So, don't ask, put my gun in the [?]

I cannot front, this shit not legitimate

Me and [?] made 20 off Apple

She put the Glock in her purse, she considerate

Like what? Let me see what that bag do

She Jamaican, makin' that ass move

Come here, I gotta ask you

"What the fuck I gotta do just to have you?"

She-she a baddie, she shake like a rattle

[Verse 2: LuvBreezo!]

Been tryna' run up them bands, inflate 'em

Put a 0 on his back like he Tatum

If I see something I want, then I take 'em

2-4 like Kobe, I ball like a Laker [pronounced Laka]

[Break]

I ain't gonna lie

I'm always talkin' in every-

Bruh every song I be talkin' like what the fuck?

I ain't gonna lie, this song go crazy but hol' on

[Verse 3: LuvBreezo!]

Hop out wit' a beam on my gun

[?] my brother, he ootin' for fun (Like)

And I told 'em "Don't trip, don't run"

Yeah bro not gon' miss, 'cause he do this a ton

She on my dick and she havin' some fun

Lil' bitch, she tryna get kinky

Like, damn and she wanna link

She do it with no hands 'cause that bih' kinda freaky

Breezo, life of the movement

Free bitch, she know what she doin'

I got shooters around me

Dissed on the gang so you know that he shootin'

Nut on her face and I nut on her stomach

She said "Breezo, I love it"

No condom I'm like "Fuck it"

On the come up and I'm still a youngin'

Why he runnin' I ain't even click?

He got the V, put the beam to his hip

[?] my ooter', you know he don't miss

Fuck the NBA we shootin' like the Knicks

[?] spin the block, now I'm on his strip

If he duck my gun, then you know he get ripped

If the gun jam up, he get beamed with the blick

Glah, Glah

Yeah he gon' die if he talk on the set

Smokin' on [?] he got hit in his neck

It wasn't right, but the nigga got left

If I call up the bros, then you know they gon' step

I'm feelin' like [?], we slide with the chrome

Like one in the dome

You talkin' high, nigga lower ya tone

He tried to run, he didn't make it home