[Intro]

Ooh, clean that boy up off the scene, mop him up

No funny shit Bangout, this how we coming

[Verse]

Yes

Like, yes, tell my younging TOS, he know what that mean

Stretch that boy quick like limousine, jakey clean the scene

Geeked up listening to Bobby Womack in the SRT

Flex

Yeah, we stepping on that pack, then we serve his ass

Wifey swerving, German tags, the glickies in her Birkin bag

Press me, ask me the wrong question, I'mma stretch his ass

Jetski, [?] waverunner cross a 20 pack

Lil bro said he tired of this shit, he gonna get that boy

Gadgets on the bottom of the fifth, the green beam whiff the boy

Shooter never meant no [?], he a sicko boy

I'm in lil Cuba, we got U-Hauls of the Chips Ahoy!

Check please, two bands for his steak, his wrist on Gretzky

Stretch clean, taxing out of state, I got a parakeet

Messy, mini [?]

Glock smoke, swerve that lil boy, like a pothole

Styrofoam, put that stick to work, yeah, it's job [?]

Dopebowl, killer tie a rag, round the .44

Street sweeper, lil bro in the hallway with the big demon

Track' scratching, waking up the neighbors, money [?]

Fishtail him, head chop him like a Israeli

Big smoke, soon as they bring it, I be inhaling

Fishscaling, out the jungle, I was chin-chilling

Fishscaling, couple Gs for some dungarees

Butter seats in this Cullinan, I got flooded teeth

Hover board, on her knees speaking [?]

Voldemort, dark magic, on a muddy spree