[Intro: OT7 Quanny]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

Pass me the drank

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]

Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake

I can make a nigga disappear like David Blaine

Nigga, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain

How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?

I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan

I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout

Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out

That's a 36, this a 41

We is not the same, nigga I'm not one of them

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny & Lil Na]

You the type to pull up like "where the hoes at?"

I'm the type that's tryna hit a lick, like where the bowls at?

All those fuckin shots up in his neck like where his throat at?

.223's hit hard, Ed Reed

Bitches chase me, but i'm already married to the guap

Nigga play with us, we gon come for your top

Pull up, shootin at ya fuckin snotbox

He think he boutta come out, get his food but he not

I'm behind the car with the fuckin Glock

Soon as he pop out, he gon feel 10 shots

You niggas playin on the 'net, we don't get into that

Tryna spin my block, the same day you know we spinnin back

I'm gettin money now, you know she gon do what I say

I just fucked for free, the word around is that she made you pay

Keep this glocky close, you know this bitch gon get you out the way

This bitch wanna see me, but I'm busy, told her "not today"

I'm on the block today, I hope that it ain't hot today

Spin a nigga block, shit we gon turn it to a holiday

They don't fuck around, I heard they caught him outta bounds

Whole city know we dangerous, niggas don't play with the town

What you need? We got it, yeah, come spin back around

What typa wheel you in so I can tell the gang to stand down

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]

Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake

I can make a nigga disappear like David Blaine

Nigga, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain

How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?

I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan

I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout

Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out

That's a 36, this a 41

We is not the same, nigga I'm not one of them

[Verse 2: OT7 Quanny & Lil Na]

I just left my plug, he look like Tony Gonzalez

She said "It's a stain on your shirt" nah, this Prada

This shit off the top, I don't really gotta write it

Nigga know that I been hot, shit I ain't really gotta find it

How I spend all this cash on my watch, I'm still late?

I just poured a four ounces up for Pimp's sake

I just put my...in her mouth like lemonade

My bitch hearin noises, she keep askin me "what's that?"

That's the money counter, it just ran through 50 flat

Ain't nobody out here, fuck that shit, spin again

We can't catch that pussy, we gon kill that nigga friend

And you know it's Saint Laurent world

You dissin on the dead, turn ya name to a world

And I gotta Glock that'll take down the world

You ain't got no guap, too bad, oh well

Catch a opp, now he tryna run, Lamar Jackson

Fuck that, nigga, turn his face into ashes

[Chorus: OT7 Quanny]

Me and Na, we goin back to back, no Meek and Drake

I can make a nigga disappear like David Blaine

Nigga, what, you wanna die? You keep starin at my chain

How the fuck I fit 10 shooters in the van?

I be super high, my bitch think I'm from Japan

I got 10 bitches shakin ass like it's a cookout

Lil bro get paid at least a dub just to look out