[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(The Lasso)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Bet I put him on the ground if it's beef, for that cheese, knock his taco off

Ball a fist around gang, bet a shot go off

If you let him, he'll backdoor you, better watch your dog

Balls hangin' off the chop, it ain't got no drawers

R.I.P. Hutch, second chain on the way

We done cleaned Lenox out, me and gang in the A

ARP, I can't aim with the Drac'

Pop him in his hairline, blow his brains through his face

Showin' off, fuck around, pull a fifty out

Goose or the Moncler when it's chilly out

Thirty in the Glock, ARP got a Mickey Mouse

Deep in my duffle, ain't a thing finna get me out

Two fifties, bitch, I'm four twenty-fives

Ain't no fuckin' vacay, but your ho finna drive

He was reachin' for my ice, left him froze with the 9

Tour busin' through the country, on the road with the guys

[Verse 2: TrDee]

Floatin' like an astronaut, drippin' like a broke pipe

Nigga, I don't exercise, dyin' if you tryna fight

How your opps still alive? Mines will be gone tonight

Floatin' down Ocean Drive, smokin', higher than a kite

Bro caught a body, changed his name just like Dusty Rhodes

Bitch look back while we fuckin' 'cause she know she cold

Sick as hell you rattin' on your mans, bro, you know you bold

Call unc', he travelin' like Harden, somewhere on the road

Only 'za, I ain't smokin' Breeze

Savin' hoes, y'all the Justice League

Settin' plays up, Andy Reid

Glocky on me, blow it like a whistle, he was T'd

Ain't nobody drinkin' beer, Wocky or the Casamigo

Catch a body like he cheer, knock him down just like a free throw

Gettin' head, could hardly steer, wasn't hip she was a freak ho

Goin' broke my only fear, juggin' shit just like I'm Deebo

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Shit, I'm finna pour up, I finally found a soda

ShittyBoyz global, we got fans out in South Dakota

Lookin' for a dark leaf, tryna take a Stout and roll it

Everything fun and games to play 'til your house explodin'

Talkin' 'bout you strapped up, you can't count a Trojan

High as hell off top shelf, brought a pound to smoke it

In my dream, it's an Act' stream, see the fountain flowin'

Wake up, pour a four, I ain't turnin' down my dosage

Everything lit now, don't you see my kit now?

Feelin' like the shit now, bougie, only hit 'za

VVs got me freezin' cold like my iron low

Hi-Tech and CSC Peach in my styrofoam

If you want a sixteen, it's gon' cost thirty thousand

And it won't even take me thirty minutes

You don't see us winnin' in the end? You must have blurry vision

Run up in his crib and leave his brains all in the dirty dishes

You ain't rich, your TV in the living room about thirty inches