[Intro: Slump6s]

(Paulo)

Yah, yah

[Verse 1: Slump6s]

Okay, niggas hate how I'm doing the most

In the back, tried pull up, get ghost

Know I made that boy backup, beam on the scope

Pockets fat, yeah, them ho’s overflow

Hit that ho from the back, she can't take it no more

Bust on her back, I'ma pass her to bro, she already a ho, I can’t save her no more (Ha)

I walk 'round with them hunnids on me, that bitch say she wan' fuck, cause I'm famous, lil' ho (Ha)

Yeah, my brudda gon jump out that V, nigga talk down again, he ain't living no more (Ha, yeah, yah)

All these bitches know what I mean, yeah, I'm only eighteen, already a goat

We walk in, and we claimin' the city, can’t fuck with my team, yeah, we mopping the floor

Double cup got Wock’ in it, your bitch put my cock in it

Uh huh, most these niggas not with it (Uh huh), and yo' team, they not with it

Hold up, I be counting big money (Uh huh), yes, I made a profit (Uh huh)

Niggas toting broad day, pussy ain’t finna pop shit (Uh huh)

Big Drac make him fall back (Uh huh), leave a nigga nauseous (Uh huh)

Bitch, I'm making boof pack (Uh huh), go ahead and cop it (Uh huh)

Diamonds make him move back (Uh huh), got that boy like, "God damn", uh huh

She like, "How you do that?" (Uh huh), she like how the rocks stand

[Bridge: Slump6s]

Niggas already know what the fuck going on, nigga (Ah, ah)

They know what the fuck we did (Ah, ah, ah)

Right, twin? (Ah, ah, ah)

Stop playing, with the gang (Ah, ah, ah)

Ay, twin, c'mon

[Verse 2: maajins]

Got 'Balenci coat, with no Glock in it, that boy got double cup, with no Wock’ in it

Don't fuck with a simp bitch, we dropping it

Lil bitch, I count money, got stocks in it

Niggas be bitches, they gossiping, step on his spot, we gon- ooh (Haha)

Step on his spot, when we rocking him, he not fighting this knock on my boot, uh

Bitch, I go dumb, go ku, huh? Slide to his block, we in route

Tell that fuck nigga, "Stick to the hoops", I don't know why he stepped in the booth

Niggas switching they shit, yeah, they poo, I'm rocking red, just like Winnie the Pooh

Fuck that boy up, he a skinny lil dude (Hm), why he talking? We'll kill him, lil dude

Oh my God, yeah, Oh my God (Oh my God)

Hop on the beat, and I keep flowing, yall niggas been on my dick, and yall keep going

Got a new CPN, I'ma T-Bone it (Yeah), I'm done fucking that bitch, ain't no keep on it, huh?

Niggas collectors, don't be on it, and he don't get no puss, put a V on it

[Verse 3: Slump6s & Maajins]

Bro got a drop, "Okay, we on it"

I got my foot on the game, got my knee on it

Bullets go through his whole neck, make 'em seek cover

Talking 'bout she love me, bitch, "We don't know each other"

I be so high, I'm a weed lover

I got that shit make that fuck nigga recover

Mr. Two Ricks, I got Rick Owens seat covers

Don't fuck with niggas, yeah, thats what I discover, bitch

No, we don't fuck with lil' bro

Made a M, and you can't hold a dub? (Oh nah)

Jugging his mans, thats tough

Nigga dead wrong, sipping that tuss

Bitch, shutup with the fuss

Whole gang gon' blick shit up, one of us

Bitch, I make plays, bitch, I'm on a hunt

Bullet hitting your face, nigga, outta luck (Nigga outta luck)