[Chorus: Mike Dimes]

This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta

If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera

Check my fellas, we all flock the same

We birds of the same feather

We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level

[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]

Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe

Ain't none of this shit rented

Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper

Hope he get offended

I was trippin' off that ho before, but promise I ain't trippin'

I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin'

Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah)

Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)

In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah)

I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens

Homie outside with Alicia Keys

I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)

Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal

So fuck what's illegal

I'm different, I really ain't get a handout

I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)

I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen

All them O's buy my songs, screamin' "Fuck your opinion"

No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin'

It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin'

I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God)

So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God)

[Chorus: Mike Dimes & JID]

This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta

If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera

Check my fellas, we all flock the same (Yeah, look, look, look, look, look)

We birds of the same feather (See, I—)

We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level (Look)

[Verse 2: JID]

Just a lil' nigga from the six with a motherfuckin' chip on my shoulder

Check a nigga chain, go and get this shit over

Chevy or the Benz, he'll probably'll get the Rover

But, then again, all three what he get for a show

But he never sober, probably gon' need a chauffeur

'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was gophers

Low and behold, them hoes say now they know you

North-pole, South-pole, bitches bipolar

Pour a four, Ye told me drive slowly

Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe

Give and go, the flow is my only

One of a kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi

Many have tried and failed, parking lot full of shells

When hammers are flyin', wear a disguise, you not Loki

No Avenger friends, we not homies

Wanna live too fast? You die slowly

Really, you jokin', I don't know what these niggas smokin'

That shit potent if you thinkin' I ain't the dopest

The whip ghostin', the fit, Gosha, the hip Olsen

Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em

Rap game takeover, I'm JID Hova

Gettin' dirt off of my shoulder, I'm gettin' older

Way out in Budapest, from the Crest Boulder

I'll be there if you lookin' over your left shoulder

They be there if I need a nigga to step on you

Gs movin' in silence, niggas' deaf toned

Tone deaf, my songs is bein' slept on

Fast forward, I'm on, bumpin' in headphones

Shawty wanna take off her thong, jump in the bed

I don't know her but I'm thinkin', "Oh well, give me your cell phone"

Cellulite on her ass, titties was silicone

In the land of Atlanta, I love bein' home

I want a seat on the throne, I ain't gon' leave it alone

'Fore all the people is speakin' out, let's even the score

Knock on the door, it's a shotgun, you peepin' a hole

Niggas asleep on the flow, I used to sleep on the floor

I'm undefeated, you want a feature, I'm eatin' your soul

My sister a killer, she be shootin' out a Kia Soul

Wanna get the kid, that probably cost a couple kilos

Me and Mike rob you for your dimes like Deebo

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]

This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar

Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta

If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera

Check my fellas, we all flock the same

We birds of the same feather

We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level