[Verse 1: Mastercard2k]

Police looking through my window, I can't even jack off

I ain't ever wearing designer jeans unless that shit is half off

That bitch at least 300 pounds, I'ma tell that bitch to back off

IPhone methods still hitting bitch, that shit boutta blast off

Brodie gave my ass a pound, call that shit a hand off

Latina mama throw it in the circle, that's a dance off

Shawty she gon' get to work the second that my pants off

I don't want the pussy but I think that's why my mans wants

I think that's what my mans wants

I don't want the pussy cause I'm young, rich, and handsome

Boy I gotta get it, you know I'm running all these bands up

If brodie got a line we gon' pour it in the Fanta

If we running in the spot, you know that shit is do or die

Had a couple moments, Mastercard was thinking suicide

All I know is struggle, but I'm chilling bitch, I usеd to cry

They been saying Mastercard is cancellеd, I'll let you decide

I feel like Demi Lovato, I'm high as a bitch

I'm the real hood favorite but I'm not Jay Critch

How the fuck you walk into Popeyes and order fish

Everyone on Twitter sucking each other's dicks

You couldn't walk a mile in my fucking Ricks

I thought that bitch was loyal but she's a trick

Wait a second, I'ma get the flow back

If you sell my ass a zip, I'ma smoke the whole bag

All I do is get the money and I get the hoes mad

Try to play me like a dummy then you getting toe tagged

[Verse 2: Lil Kashin Mane]

Fucked a MILF bitch

Got her man mad, I'm on this Drake shit

Fucked a bitch that looked like an escort, nigga I ain't pay shit

I would've got my dick sucked by her but had no lip gloss on

Scam so damn much I had to get another phone

I was even serving re-rock juice nigga, while my auntie was home

Everything I do high, I think I'm J.R. Smith

High as hell buying Billy Western's with some extra clips

High as hell, swing in the party, I got an extra dick on me

Smell like good gas nigga, I got that shit on me

I know some outta town boys, shoot a scene for me

Hell yeah it's a scary movie but it ain't Charlie Sheen homie

My lil homie had the poker, shoulda key [?]

Introduce your main bitch to the floor, I put her knees on it

Bitch has some nice ass lips, I wanna skeet on em'

Turnt the lil bitch around, I'm finna beat on it

I always kept the lil bitch around, she finna put her teeth on it

I'm finna set this bitch off like I'm Queen Latifah

Bitch I'm smoking loud, Lil Marc, we gon' call it reefer

Suck my dick motherfucker, that's what I told my teacher

Kicking in the door, at fifth period nigga, it was me and Tone

Rest in peace to her soul, niggas gotta go

My cousin said what you buy the gun for if you ain't gon' use it

Pass him the .40, he gonna abuse it

Put my dick in that bitch stomach, nigga like it was feeding tube