[Verse 1: Yeat]

(Let's go!)

They gon let me in the gates

I ain't lying I told the truth

Used to be broke yeah, used to feel like you

(?)That G2, Twizzy, I'm so proud of you!

Way you take this everyday, issa damn haunt you

No, probably because I do what I want to

I see my racks getting taller and your racks getting smaller

Always keep that baby bottle, I feel like a toddler

(?) Sit in the middle of hunnits

Brought that (?) out the back, I don't care what you make (No)

I'm bout to get so rich they see the Bently, I'm in a tank (Ou)

Top from this bitch insane!

I'm in love with her frame!

[Verse 2: Plsbug]

Give me, Felacio, 1 me 3 bitchеs that’s the ratio

My team been winning

It’s getting hard to forgеt it

For you, it’s been a Lil minute

I just been sinning making my cash replenish

Bitch she wanna come finish yeah

You know how my niggas been moving

Hop out the whip and I really go stupid

Bitch catch feelings? I feel like I’m cupid

Higher den the ceiling I’m sipping on Houston

[Chorus]

He a lightweight he puking

All my niggas percasseurs

Ain’t no fight date we shooting

Then we leave him in the sewer

Like some mice bait, you get lured

Then we poke him up w that skewer

My niggas really keep score

While u niggas singing on tour

We gon kick in that back door

We gon take him out like chores (aye!)

[Verse 3: Exodus1900]

Take him out like chores

Take him out like chores aye (Get)

Get shit like its the motherfucking fourth

Get so dumb while we go fucking overboard (Uh)

Most these niggas suck they got the hoes bored (Uh Yeah)

I get rich and then I buy the whole store (whole store)

I'm dressing different we not cut from the same cloth (from the same cloth)

(?) I'm my own boss

Playing messy with the bit, tell her kick rocks

We getting messy in this shit

We don't play soft

[Outro}

Ay Yeah, Yeah Nah Nah

We don't play soft Nah Nah Nah

We don't play soft Nah Nah Nah

We don't play soft Yeah, Yeah, Yeah