[Intro: Slump6s]

(Ayy, Nine9 really kickin' shit you heard?)

(Nine9 made it)

Yeah, yeah

Skrrt, yeah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]

Lately nigga been coppin' shit like shoppin' spree (Yeah)

You ain't talk no money, shit mean none to me, yeah (Yeah)

I don't even want yo' love, just want yo honesty (Yeah)

He try call me out, I'm like, "Okay, that's cool"

I see niggas drop out and go broke, should've stayed in school (Pfft)

Know the whole gang counting, smokin' Déjà Vu (Yeah)

I'm never gon' trust my bitch, hell yeah, she so damn rude

He wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do

He wan'—, he wan' cop my swag, hell yeah, everything I do (Bitch, let's go)

I get the racks, shit simple

I want the racks, that's it

I gotta watch my back

Niggas that want my head

Demons still in my head

Huh, drug got me MIA

I watch the money counter go

I gotta see this ho

And my whole gang gon' go up

Countin' up green, like Yoda

Draco, all of my soulja's

Drank, spilled that on my jeans

I had to go Cartier

You don't even know what that mean

Broke ass nigga, over there

Ho wanna suck my dick, better not use teeth (Better not use teeth)

I just get geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa (Yeah, yeah, yeah, sativa)

Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya"

Smokin' like straight out the bowl, 600 Khalifa

[Bridge: Slump6s]

Yeah, yeah

(Bitch keep blowin' my phone like, "6, I need ya")

Yeah, uh-huh

[Verse 2: OsamaSon]

Lean on me, lean on-, lean on me

Let that choppa sing, the choppa-, the choppa sing

Tell me what you see, when I'm geeked off the bean

I'm in the four-dour [?]

I'm in the SoHo, coppin' everything

[?], fucked up, got no drank

Slime run down, [?]

I got racks, what the fuck do you think?

I was in Saks, I ain't cop a thing

Lame ass nigga, you broke, can't hang

Bitch ass nigga, [?]

Yeah, fast car, Usain

Yeah, fast car, Usain (Yeah)

The fuck is you sayin'? (Yeah)

I'm in the west side, geeked up

Stay on your side, you suck

I got hoes, yeah, push up

Yeah, slime got a Glock, it's tucked

Slime got a—, slime got a Glock, it's tucked

Slime got a—, slime got a Glock, it's tucked

We gon' push up, leave shit fatal

Mark yo shooter off his payroll

I got a hold of that drank, case closed

Spinnin' like tornado

[?]

Three-hunnid racks for a nigga, get me killed