[Intro]

(Jxckk just want a drink)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Put that bullshit out, this is za' only

I got chicken, I got cheese like some macaroni

Me and Stan got the same Glock, Zach and Cody

Don't care 'bout what you used to do, bro, you gon' have to show me

I just got to LAX, droptop weather

Talkin' 'bout you from the city, you from Rochester

Me and money go together, feel like salt and pepper

Why you be talkin' like a demon? You is not a stepper

Why niggas hatin'? I don't know, you can ask Siri

Catch me in the mall, can't take no pictures, too much bags with me

"Still fuckin' on them young hoes, oh, you Josh Giddey?"

I think that she know I'm takin' off, she tryna ride with me

You better not say I'm offbeat, I get you offed, bro

Pull up on us, we got what you need, feel like Costco

Tell your mans to duck it 'fore we hit him in his taco

Baby, if you love me, open up a Wells Fargo

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Aim it at his top and get his noodles baked

Ballin' now, remember all them two a days

Walkin' out the bank, I got the bluest pape

Niggas think I went and shot my watch the way I blew the face

Every time I see the red and blue, I race

Doggy category fiction, everything he doin' fake

When we get that lo', I bet his spot look like a shooting range

I just heard your baby in the station doin' Q&As

Doggybone a rat, he finna tell it all

Tryna make it hit while unc' and them, they tryna sell it all

She gon' rip my collar off, your bitch done met a dog

You know you can't play with gang and them, these niggas better pause

Hm, matter fact, they better stop

Think we meetin' up to fight, lil' brodie met a Glock

Wanted to meet a rapper, your bitch met a cock

On that type of time around this bitch, you niggas better watch

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

On stage, finna rock out, Metallica

They bang our shit from Australia to Canada

You the type to say you MIA, really in Panama

You the type to turn fatigue off, ain't got no stamina

A verse from me cost sixteen pints

Boy, that's sixteen sixteens, you sip lean, right?

You can bet the triple-double and a win on me

We'll hit the corner, put this bitch in park and get on feet

You the type to tag Nike on a pair of white Lows

Ain't no za 'cause the snowman, these ice 'bows

Every time we slide down, the boys' blinds closed

Every time we slide down, them boys' lights off

Yeah, we see that driveway empty, still gon' find y'all

Plain Richard Mille representin' all the time lost

R.I.P. my granny, got right to it, I ain't cried, dog

B-A-B-Y Tron, I'm cleaner than some Lysol

[Outro]

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Long live $cam, you know?

(Jxckk just want a drink)