[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Funk or Die)

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Look alive and keep your face up out your phone

I ain't spit a verse, she got me cummin' off the dome

I can't read no minds, you gotta tell me what you want

She gon' let me fuck 'cause I be doing what you don't

Stupid-ass bitch tryna judge me off my zodiac

Made a field goal, somebody show me where the Rollies at

Reachin' for a chain, we send his ass wherever Kobe at

Think she wanna fuck 'cause it ain't nowhere they don't know mе at

[Verse 2: Toohda Band$]

Yeah, I'm with the ShittyBoyz, but we'll gеt pissy

Pull up to the trap, baggin' packs, let's get busy

Fully switch on a G30, this my new glizzy

Bro said if we finna slide, don't use semis

These some G-Stars on my ass, I don't do Dickies

Bitch can't even touch me, she ain't payin', I don't do hickies

Free John, we was in the fin with like two fifties

I was sipping red way before I even knew Trippie

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

My headhunter from the East, I scoop her, then I shoot west

Scam, swipe, jugg, jam, ping, what I do best

Two-five-eight freeway, I don't do rest

7.62s, .223s, you gon' need two vests

Never sold a drug, bitch, I'm Mr. Drop a Fluke Check

Outta town blowing 'za, chillin' on the pool deck

Hundred-rounder, fifty-rounder, we don't really do steps

Hitman, take you out the game like you got two techs

[Verse 4: Skinny T]

We can get it started, nigga, let's get it poppin'

I had to get my ass up out the hood, 'cause I ain't have no option

I'm smoking Cookie, chilling at the crib, my bitch know I'm poppin'

Told Steve fuck that Kel-Tec, let's get a bigger chopper

I ain't wanna hit that lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck her partner

I used to fuck with dude, but he ain't cool, I'm tryna snipe my partner

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Ayy, knowin' I'm the cheater, treat my bitches like my math test

Real fraud bet, made a hundred in my last Tech

J-U-double-G, I made triple than your last check

Dee a splash bro, he shoot from range, you can ask Steph

Blower on me, he a hot head, we get him air conditioned

Only brought these ugly-ass shoes 'cause you can't wear them bitches

Extendo on the Glock 'bout longer than your bitch hair extension

Run it up for real, my ACLs, I might tear them bitches

[Verse 6: Philthy Rich]

Look, my bitches' asses fake, but they money real

I done seen at least ten, but need a hundred mil'

Told my white bitch she can go to hell

Drop a dub in my account, PayPal or Zelle

Gave Gary all blues, he gave me VS1s

ATF kicked my door, search warrant for guns

Two bitches in my bed, but I ain't fuck neither

She actin' stingy with the pussy 'cause I wouldn't eat her

[Outro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Damn, JakeSand)