[Intro: Scooby Stackz]

(What you wanna smoke, some zazas? I brought a 'bow out)

Come on

[Verse 1: Scooby Stackz]

Was trappin' out a zip, broke it down and went and bagged up (Uh-huh)

Beat your bitch, went and fucked her friend and one got backed up

Puttin' niggas in position, blessed 'em all to pass Trump

I'm on the Eastside coolin' and zooted with a strap tucked (For real)

Don't believe the hype, niggas be cap, shit be gassed up

Nigga smokin' Blockwork to the dome, got a bad lung (Uh)

Nigga went and thought he had the ups, that's a bad one (Never)

She got a waterpark, slip and slide, shit be mad fun (Yup)

Any problem, talk to the chop, I got my mask on

At the trap baggin' it up, could call the trap phone

Beat her doonies down with a bro, I broke her backbone

Yeah, she ain't bust at first, nah, I send her back home (For real)

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]

I been OT for two weeks straight, I wanna go back home

You know I had to look out for my mama, that's my backbone

He runnin' like this track, that's because his Track' gone

Don't make me push a button to the back if a nigga act bold

Yeah, if a nigga act wrong

Before the rap, was pushin' packs and gettin' Scats gone

Thought I broke my arm when I shot the strap because it cracked wrong

All your mans don't be your mans for real, watch that back door

Huh, the front door a no-no, come to the back door

This bitch got a whole nigga, but her shit smack, though

Bro put three-fives in the 'Wood, the whole pack gone

Go ahead and try to press me, get fapped on

[Verse 3: Scooby Stackz]

Press the button on this bitch if he act wrong

Man, I beat the block down and made a rap song

Bro said don't trip about that pape' 'cause the racks long (No)

I stay sippin' on this cup, man, this Act' strong (Uh)

Nigga, he ain't thinkin' with his head, now his cap gone

She tryna argue, I'm tryna fuck, what's the facts, though? (For real)

She blew a nigga for a band like a saxophone

Then she went and brought her friend, had to smack both

Had to take a trip OT 'cause my trap gone

Dior, YSL, now it's Rick Owens

Threw the striker in sport, got this bitch flowin'

Not tryna sip on this drink, but I keep pourin'

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]

Huh, I'm tryna go to Chrome Heart, who gon' set up my appointment?

Don't blow me up before we fuck, bitch, that shit be annoying

That 308 too damn big, bro, I can't even point it

I need to clear that shit up in the A, I still can't be in Georgia

On the jet-skis with the hoes, I need to go back to Florida

Bro, this car just got stole, I can't keep back and forthin'

Sorry, it's already sold, I'm finna grab some more shit

I ain't arguin' that bitch, that shit not important