[Verse 1: A-Butta]

Yo, I get high

From NY to PR, DR, doing

CPR on the mic, living it up. I’m wild

In the cut, slide in a slut, knotting your gut

Wine in my cup, my mind is corrupt. I’m trying to find

Diamonds like Puff, rhyming and stuff. It feel it I’m on

The bus on my way to Rikers Island in cuffs, speeding

We’re leaving life in the dust, and when I puff, my eyes

Stay shut—who higher than us? Yeah, it’s a must I rep

For my Elements fam and the rest of the clan

Jetting the land—‘nough respect to my fans—step in the jam

With my fitted cap tilt to the back, L in my hand

Sipping ‘nac, getting wet as I can, falling out, shit

It’s all about money and moves—I told y’all

A 100-proof all in my juice, I’m stoned, y’all

So toasted, I swore I saw soda on straws

Is you with me? I know y’all are, so let’s go

[Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)] (x2)

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my)

Fly hoes (giving it up definitely)

[Verse 2: Mr. Voodoo]

You’ll get

Splashed here. I’ll murder things—it’s the cashmere

Persia King while you take orders like you a cashier

At Burger King—here’s a full-pound flame-broiled

Egg with foil—now your whole game’s spoiled. My name’s

A pseudonym for oil like Gain in aluminum foil

Furthermore, I perform murder pure

Plus my brain got a pistol’s curvature—niggas

Getting claps like they was boning a dirty whore. Rapping’s

A dirty chore—when it’s time to flip, I got the black

Tape on the trigger, the hammer, and the grip. I’m clapping

At kids—abandon your ship. Take it to trial

Get a slap on the wrist. I’m capping it crisp but celebrate

Like a crooked capitalist. We elevate

Look, kid, nobody rapping like this (For real)

[Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)]

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my)

Fly hoes (giving it up definitely)

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my)

Fly hoes (giving it up)

[Verse 3: L-Swift]

Yo, we’re slicker than most

And quickest with toast on both coast

Wicked with flows. Chickens approach and most boast

‘Bout the shit they got, how many niggas done licked their crotch

I pick their lock and ‘vict their spot, and keep

My chronic in a six-day stock, smoke on the green

This rap shit need change like a soda machine. I know

The scene like the back of my hand, I spit thunder

Stack up a grand, don’t care about getting no trick number

‘Cause, you know, money make moves and moves make money

Big-up Natural E like a soldier salute their country

If P.O.W.’s are M.I.A., my gun go

“P-O-W,” I blam my ways. In what direction

Should I send my strays? Look around, you might notice

I focus on what I gotta do. You type bogus

And the crew you run with ain’t willing to scrap with you

Get phillies and MACs with you, they’re spilling your fat tissue

I’m spitting the gat issue, evenly share portions

Before I shoot, I stick my tongue out like Air Jordan

[Hook: L-Swift and (A-Butta)]

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my)

Fly hoes (giving it up definitely)

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up, and to all my)

Fly hoes (giving it up definitely)

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up right in front of)

5-0 (not giving a fuck, definitely)

NE (letting it blow), plus (getting the dough)

We be (checking your ho) while you (sweating the flows)

Hydro, (twist it up right in front of)

5-0 (not giving a fuck, word up)