[Intro: NorthsideBenji]

Yeah, let's go let’s go

Ah, uh, let's go let's go, uh

Skipass On The Beat Don’t Mute It

Yeah, uh, let's go let's-

[Verse 1: NorthsideBenji]

I just made some racks from out the Weston wit' my boo, uh

I just threw some racks from out the back and out the coupe, ohhh

They just put some racks up on my best friend and it's true

Well, we doin' fine nigga, how 'bout you? (Uh)

I got Gucci shoes (Yeah)

Baguettes on 'em too (Yeah)

What’s that in yo’ booth, stop

This a twenty-two

Yeah, he did dirt but there ain't no proof

Dior prints up on me too

Off-White prints up on me too

Hermes links up on these jewels

Play it safe, don’t play it cool

You might sink up in this pool

All these bitches on our wave now

I don't know what to do

So much chains just like a slave, how

I ain't even finished school

Change the weather like a May, wow

Hunnids in the booth, uh

[Chorus: NorthsideBenji]

Most my niggas shoot, uh

They'll shoot ya

You ain’t sick, you too soft

Flick of da wrist and poof gone

Party wit' this tool on

Sales like he got coupons, uh

Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh

See I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on, uh

See I just 'graded a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on

Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on

Dior on my shoe tongue

Give a fuck whatchu on

Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh

Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)

My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit, uh

You niggas ain't dangerous (Nah)

You niggas ain't stain shit

[Verse 2: Houdini]

Uh, you niggas ain't stain shit, uh

Bro got a Glock wit' a dick now

Please do not put up a fit but beam jawn thirty clip, uh

Tell me how can I miss now?

Hollows knock his shit off

Sellin' hard like croutons

Cro slide back like moon-walk

And I'm smokin' moon rock

Roll on the block wit' a new Glock

Who are the fuck are these new opps?

Move like Houdini, poof, gone

Rub it like genie, cool off

That lil' boy movin' too soft

Got in the back of a cruiser

I don't want your love if it's fake love

We've been gettin' to the paper

Fuck 'em investigators

I ain't tryna pay her

In New York like a Ranger

Acoustic like an angel

Her favourite entertainer

I might just fuck the place up

Put the bands up in a safe, uh

[Chorus: NorthsideBenji]

Most my niggas shoot, uh

They'll shoot ya

You ain't sick, you too soft

Flick of da wrist and poof gone

Party wit' this tool on

Sales like he got coupons, uh

Then I just hit the booth and I go make a new song, uh

See I just met a chill lil' bitch when she had hoops on, uh

See I just 'graded a chill lil' bitch, now she got Loubs' on

Mom ain't raise no fool, don't make no move until my shoes is on

Dior on my shoe tongue

Give a fuck whatchu on

Blowin' out like thirty on me and that's it, uh

Boy, I shouldn't even wear these damn jeans, it can't fit (Nah)

My brother like Van Gogh and all he do is paint shit, uh

You niggas ain't dangerous (Nah)

You niggas ain't stain shit