[Intro: Louie Ray]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

I can't one take it, moe

Fuck it (Okay)

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Louie Ray & Pros AP]

I came Mike Amiri button-up

Collared shirt with the jeans, I was cuttin' up

Can't just impress me with no money, that don't be enough

You probably think shootouts cool 'cause you don't see enough

You think you and her tight as hell, she be eatin' me up

I'm gettin' high, I got a three inside a sippy cup

Her titties big as hell, for sure I gotta titty fuck

He got a sip left in his cup, that's a pick-me-up

Was leanin' hard the other night, bro had to pick me up

Rose gold, white gold, fuck the city up

Two hundred, three hundred, bro, wе really up

Big shower in the crib makе her wanna fuck, huh, okay

I been buyin' all Off-White, but that ain't enough

Quarter-brick sittin' on the table, I ain't cut it up

Every time somebody hear my voice, they gotta cut it up

I'ma shoot his ass back down just for runnin' up (Pros)

[Verse 2: Pros AP]

Brodie blew the engine on his Scat, we gon' get it fixed (Yeah)

Baby wanna fuck on me and gang 'cause we young and rich (She know it)

I been ballin' on the opps, they so young and pissed (Lame)

A nigga play with gang gang, we gon' send a blitz (On my mama)

Bitch, a nigga play with brodie, I'ma sub him out (He outta there)

AR with the scope, and the beam, it's gon' tag him out (Tuh-tuh-tuh)

I ain't never been broke, you just runnin' your mouth

Bitch, before I go broke, it's gon' be a while (On the Bible)

Tuh, these rap niggas finished (Ain't have no pape')

Lil' boy ain't got five, you must be kiddin' (So lame)

Ain't been to church in a year, the shoes still Christian

A nigga reach for bro-bro chain, we gon' dismiss him (We outta there)

Bitch, I ain't tryna fuck you, call your best friend

Let's see who got the best head for some dog shit (Yeah)

Just took a lame nigga bitch, I know dog sick (I know he sick)

All I did was up a twenty, she left dog quick

[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]

If I up a hundred-ball on Instagram, that's for motivation

If I drop a hundred on you, it's gon' be a sticky situation

E was the first nigga in the hood with sixty-dollar eighthies

Lil' boy say he know his karma comin', he done shot babies

I'm a cool nigga, but my Glock crazy

Three O's in a twenty-ounce, my pop crazy

I got every different color lean like the Power Rangers

The dog came bricked up, but the powder shaky

Gucci nerd shoes on with the European tie

Ho, this a 750i, I'm a European driver

I'm on Telegraph, finna meet the drank plug at Meijers

Don't really care about the price, if I want it, I'ma buy it

Simple, just drunk my whole pint, it was accidental

Made a killing and killed a couple niggas out this rental

I'ma finna shit on niggas, I'ma need the thickest roll of tissue

Got my pistol with me, nigga, let me know if it's an issue