Intro / Ad-libs

Prod. Emerald:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Verse 1

Prod. Emerald:

Man, I’m flyer than a bird, Brother Sam, he not Heard

I'ma go and stack my bills, cause I know my worth

I'm just gonna keep it real, won't stress about pricing

That boy said I'm trash, but he’s beggin' for my type beats

I just had a girl week–long straight trippin' on me

Told her, baby, you're not enough, got Vetements jeans

It's 3K on this fit, call me the swag machine

How you gon' yell at me, then they say I'm mean?

I just went and grabbed my cup and doubled up

That girl don't know the first thing about love

They feel my impact is seismic, yuh

My Ricks don't fit, girl, had to size them up

Whole lotta guap be in the bag for you

Got me low-grav like I'm on the moon

She do what she want

Cause it's not love for the woman

Girl, you know I can't go on now

In my feelings cook in a hideout

She do what she want

She don't want you to run out

Verse 2

Aidan Branton:

Front flip, I'm gon flip that bird, just for someone else

Rockstar, banging, I'm Adele, AP show-n-tell

Bunch of colored stones, I got green for that roll out

You don't believe in love, you just showin’ out

Swear to God I can't fuck with that old sound

Rock with my OG, girl, somehow it's so loud

I got ruby, I got red on my soul now

I’m with Emerald, but it’s sold out

Front flip, I'm gon flip that bird, just for someone else

Rockstar, banging, I'm Adele, AP show-n-tell

Bunch of colored stones, I got green for that roll out

You don't believe in love, you just showin’ out

Verse 3 / Refrain

Prod. Emerald & Aidan Branton:

I just had a girl week-long straight trippin' on me

Told her, you're not enough, got back my jeans

It's 3K on this fit, call me a swag machine

How you gon' yell at me, then say I'm mean?

I just had enough, grabbed my cup, and doubled up, yeah

I just told her, I'm the one gotta charge ‘em up, yeah

Nah, these shoes don’t fit, gotta size ‘em up, yeah, yeah

She gon' feel like one besides me, yeah, yeah

Whole lotta guap now, whole lotta guap be in the bag for you

Verse 4

Prod. Emerald:

She got her clothes, yeah yeah

Shit’s not enough for the woman (all it takes is one call)

Girl I can’t go on now (boy, I’m not like y’all)

Aidan Branton:

They just wanna be so high

Prod. Emerald:

All it takes is one call, but I'm not with y'all

Graduated with my class, but I really don't like y'all

And my feelings in my head, cause you didn't wanna call

If the love was mutual, then we'd go far

If my cup was doubled, then I'd be on the stars

It's 3K on this fit, call me a swag machine

I just had a girl week-long straight tripping on me

Told, yeah, baby, not enough, got Vetements jeans

Outro / Narration

Narrator:

Boy, let me tell ya. Nobody in this county would dare reckon with Aidan and Emerald. They’re the fastest shooters you'll ever see, spurs knock right off your boots before you even blink, if you ain't careful

Folks whisper about their secrets, call it doubling up

You cross them, and you'll wish you'd stayed on the porch