[Intro]

(J, this shit too crazy)

[Verse 1: 10kkev]

Still usin' CPNs and Verizon gettin' free jacks

Just hit my weed man for a 'bow, you bought three packs

I ain't bein' petty, I'ma roll the whole eighth

Just smacked this lil' nigga who owe up, where my pape'?

A pair of my Loubs cost a nigga whole closet

Niggas ain't passed the sauce, I got the ball, now I'm hoggin'

Filled the whole four, turned around, and copped again

Two thousand for the Carti's, spent eight hundred on the lens

Her nigga cheap as hell, that's why this bitch sneaky

I get paid daily, I ain't waitin' weekly

Bring me all the Chevys, bring me all the Wells

I'm smokin' out the 'bow and you lookin' for a tail

Told my cameraman get this drip on footage

This bitch fuck with me 'cause I do everything you wouldn't

You can't afford to travel, so I'm everywhere you not

Sold a nigga fake Percs, told him they came from the doc'

His stomach gon' be queasy

Last month I hit fifty stores, I call that goin' easy

Grab another rental, grab a driver, we on a mission

All your songs like fake stories, them bitches fiction

[Verse 2: Teejayx6]

Bitch sent me the voicemail, she must think I'm a simp

Wasn't you just beggin' me to fuck, bitch, how I got a shrimp?

Don't you see this Glock on my hip? Don't ask me why I'm limpin'

I'm only eighteen, but niggas think I'm twenty-six

I don't sell no fuckin' drugs, bro, I got like twenty bricks

They all two-fifty-six gigabytes with SIM chips

Badass bitch, pretty face and she slim fit

Don't make the wrong move and fuck around and get your wig split

Filed for unemployment in your name, but I can't split it

I'd probably drop the price down if you come and get it

I'm flyin' doin' two hundred, I don't even got no permit

Doin' in-store pickups, got me eatin' off of Target

When I shoot, I hit my target, I ain't talkin' to no sergeant

When they hear this song with Jae, it's gon' for sure turn up the party

I'm on the East with my niggas, throwin' B's like we Carti

Shot at a nigga, but the bullet grazed his son, went through the car seat

[Verse 3: Punchmade Jae]

I ain't with that fed shit

Bust a play down real quiet, ain't even said shit

Think I got some groceries, I'm bringin' bread in

I seen a route to that pape', I put my head in

Your bitch let me fuck her twice, I put my leg in

That boy only signin' paper when his pieces hit

If I up and you in the way, then you gettin' hit

Bro 'bout to take a vid', he gon' show you his wrist

Keep the sauce quiet, you was fortunate to have it

He tryna go fed, my niggas just tryna stack it

Call me James Harden 'cause I average thirty shots

When I was sixteen, I was totin' dirty Glocks

I got a dirty chop, blow you out them dirty socks

He see I'm gettin' money, now he wanna be the opp

You blacked your bitch, ah, she was throwin' up the 5

You seen me down bad, I couldn't hold twenty-five

The 'bows came, za' package, paid twenty-five

Tired of hearin' bitch niggas keep tellin' lies

Ksubi jeans sittin' on the shoes, Saint Laurent

They tryna make it hot

Keep on sayin' you up a hundred, nigga, make it stop

Spreadin' cheese in her face, she said, "Make it stop"

Granny want me workin' job, I'm tryna make it out

I'm tryna make it through Home Depot without havin' doubts

If you lookin' for your bitch, we sent her out of town