XHALE! - Verse 1

Huh uh i need bout fift- huh damn huh i need bout damn

I need bout 50 on the gram im tryna up a roll

His bitch gon get up wit me, Xhale finna dig all in your hoe

Big ass matte, wide-body whip tryna find this lo

Man this shit around my neck, you won't find no gold

Must Not be him he talk that shit but will not go slow

Felons all around my home

Dolo i be by my loan

Nine figures deep my zone

I need 4 more than 5

Chauffeur no i will not drive

These bags bitch they more than fine

These mags bitch they borderline

This white girl wanna go snort a line

Drugs round the way, i need a pack of beats STAT

Shoutout 'DJ save the day, sent that hoe i brought it back(it's back)

Mrdjsay - Verse 2

Yuh keep jewеls on me cuz im crossed up

I don't need veneers nigga you can see im flossеd up

I'm not a plug but you know i got my rocks up

Got my rocks up Dwayne wishes he was me

Meme rap was popping cause everyone was tryna be me

Now a new genre to compete and complete

Now i need a comma cause she eating discretely ill beat

The mc take the mic cause im he

Take my ex's away now i left now im uhhh gone

Not a middle school teacher but i put the section on

Niggas thought i was a mirror way they keep reflecting on the

Way that my beats come and go i need protection on (x2)

(Acordei com uma) x2

1effren - Verse 3

Spread my racks up in the mirror, got them bands reflectin on me

On that grind that's 24/7 don't try johnny testin on me

Yell at bitches thru the phone i don't know why they textin on me

Got a side piece by my thigh ain't never bulletproof vestin on me

Sneak my bitch right thru the crib she takin off her dressin on me

Roster look like facebook cus her friend group stay requestin on me

Let me in they sleepover cus i just got these bitches trustin on me

Bring out that don julio and it be thotties sexin on me

1, 2, then i get that loaded clip

If i pull up on your hoe and she start going blame that bitch

Throw a stack all on the table she gon start to shake that shi

She a lil performer for them bands she money moving it (yuh)

1,2 then we poke your fucking hips

This shi not a game u talking lame we boutta get you quick

Put a fucking bounty on your head my hunters getting rich

Got that fucking toolie on my side like bob the builder, bitch