[Intro: Slatt Zy]

(Stack that bitch up, Mike, mhm)

Yeah, we could be superstars (Mhm)

We been rather wreckin' cars (Wreckin' cars, sniper)

What is at stake for us? (Mhm)

Kickin' off power mirrors (Mirrors)

Yeah, we could be superstars (Supestars)

But I'm pretty sure our time is up (Time is up)

And so we fell off the spinning tops (Yak, what you sayin'?)

Don't know, maybe for trial

But way more error

[Verse]

Get on these drugs, now I'm ready to slide

Told my brother, "Let's do it"

Lean and Percocets eat up my pride

I'm in this bitch under fluence

Fuckin' and suckin', shе hurt 'cause of me

Won't speak on your nigga, I'm keepin' it G

Got a nеw nigga, he ain't richer than me

Why the opps steady calling it quits on the beat?

I ran it up fast, I done fumbled that bag and went broke

That's when I saw who was real

I witnessed some shit in these streets that I wasn't 'posed to see

That's why I'm abusing these pills

You forcing yourself for the love on a motherfucking stranger

Got me like, damn, how you heal?

I question myself, I'm like, damn, I'm too real

Fuck how you feel, tell that shit how it is

Room full of gangstas, you can't even speak

Know how it get when I get on these beats

Don't stop pickin' beef, 'cause I'm rich at my peak

He got hit in his head, tryna reach for his heat

Bitch, I been left, I ain't losin' no sleep

Can go back and fuck, any day of the week

But I rather not jeet, give that ho to the streets

Niggas fakin' they beef, 'cause they know who we be (On gang)

Yak should of put me on original version

Fuck with it tucked, 'cause the ho was a virgin

Send points at your house like my first name is Curry

Got niggas on go, in the streets, they be purging

Niggas on go, in the streets, they be purging

Let me slow this shit down real quick

I heard the whole city want the static

Who gon' run that, be the first one to lead?

Opps coppin' deuces, they wantin' no beef

Valid-ass nigga in need for some peace

Go where I want in this bitch, I'm a G

Bitch, you ain't money, don't care, you can leave

Nah, for real

Bitch, you ain't money, don't care, you can leave

Seven-six-twos, we hop out on feet

[Outro]

Haha, nah, I'm done, man

Fuck a nigga, fuck the opps

Big Slatt, nigga

Damn, huh

No cap (Fuck is wrong with you?)

'Cause you ain't got one piece that I need

Nigga, 2022, nigga, it's our year, nigga

We takin' over all of these shits

Tell the industry to make room for Slatt, man

On gang