[Intro]

(Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Told the clerk, "Blue strip me out, I'm a Crip tonight"

Pull up on a opp around ten, brodie, dim your lights

We gon' let it rip, ain't no need for really having fights

SB X Hokatiwi, real scary sight

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Bro threw his wrist up, singing 41 like YT

Goose made in Canada, my joggy, it say "Y-3"

Glock on me, made him step back like he Kyrie

She like, "Boy, you dripping all Gucci?", bitch, I might be

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Supreme balaclava, Goose coat, I'm a hypebeast

Handmade jeans, one of one, ain't have to swipe these

Bitch ain't never seen no drink before like, "Why the Sprite pink?"

Fireman with the punch work, every site green

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Ask the bitch who do she love, think I'm YG

Purple jeans, MCM belt with a white tee

You could search the earth, it is not nobody like me

When they see you shining, they gon' act like they cannot see

[Verse 5: StanWill, BabyTron & TrDee]

Throw a joggy on, run it up, I don't walk at all

Euro stepping straight to the bank like I'm Paul Gasol

Took a L, couldn't do shit but really walk it off

Doctor Dolittle with my shit, I can talk to dawg

Executing plays in the O, I feel like Urban Meyer

Told her I'm the one, I'm really like Amar'e Stoudemire

I'm the Avatar in Walmart, I hit the clerk with fire

I just hit this one lil' bitch 'cause my verse was fire

[Verse 6: TrDee]

Flavors on the hat, smoking flavors, Ben & Jerry life

Niggas really still chasing rats, Tom and Jerry life

She like, "Oh, you gon' fuck and leave?", bitch, you very right

Yeah, we really headed to the top, I'm kinda scared of heights

[Verse 7: StanWill]

Bags on my eyes, funny all I'm seeing is a bag

He can't beat the MAG, why the fuck would I beat his ass?

Four-O in my bank account but I was sleep in class

Can't throw the word "broke" at me, I ain't seen a cast

[Verse 8: BabyTron]

She put that two hand twister on me like, jeez, relax

I can really count it up now, I used to cheat in math

Two years ago was in the stu' chasing dreams I had

Now I'm BabyTron, that one guy, I know you've seen his ass

[Verse 9: TrDee]

Stack the money for a rainy day, I could feel it coming

Went to sleep showboating then I woke up stunting

Banana clip on the chop, hit him in his muffin

You took a trip out to Cali, ain't come back with nothing

[Verse 10: StanWill]

Japanese cuisine in the booth, rapper appetite

God bless my BIN, feeling like a pastor when I swipe

Fuck it, might hit Neiman Marcus with a jab but I don't fight

Seen an opp in traffic, had to up the blaster at the light

[Verse 11: BabyTron]

Weapon upgraded, came with rapid fire and a sight

Looking like a Spy Kid, I got a gadget on my side

I used to be down bad so I'ma stack it to the sky

If it's war, thirty minutes, watch the Taliban arrive