[Verse 1: Slimmy B]

Nigga

When I touch down in your city have that bag right

Bro just hit a sucka with that K, that was last night

Glock 23, Gen 4 with that flashlight

OG always told me, when I bust hold that strap tight

Million dollar nigga round this bitch, I ain't average

Got some million dollar niggas round me but they ain't rappin'

Six hundred for a zip ask them guys, we ain't cappin'

Bitch I'm tryna ball in every way like Bo Jackson (Lil' Nigga)

Yeah I love that Benz, but that Hellcat the fastest

Yeah that bitch cute, but my main she the baddest

Four Five with that hit stick, but this ain't Madden

Drop thirty, grab another stick and keep blastin'

Been thugin' since a youngin', boy this shit ain't new to me

Dick turned a bitch crazy, she like, "What you do to me?"

In the trenches wit' the apes, so my niggas moving mean

Fuck suckas, rip the thugs, and forever twos and threes (Nigga)

[Verse 2: DaBoii]

This shit going for the high now, you can't get this shit for free

Baby like she got a baller but ain't getting shit from me

Yesterday I got so high thought I was sitting from a tree

Who woulda thought this bitch could rap, she got to spittin' on the D

Dreams of being at the top but yeah I know it's gon' take time

I see them boys took your belongings I won't let them boys take mine

And my brother brought his mask, I'm hoodie'd up like I'm Trayvon

I know that shit be sounding good but you can't trust them, they be lyin'

Fuck every one of the opps, can't wait to drop 'em all

Me and brodie bro just matched a four, I still ain't nodding off

Your bitch don't even neck you, when I swooped I had her lockin' jaw

And we can put the hands down, let's get some shots involved

Bottle wars up in the club you know them shots involved

Hell no I ain't funkin' wit' no rats, y'all getting cops involved

I peeped the knife behind my back, I wasn't shocked at all

Like I'm traveling with this bitch, no I won't drop the ball

When that Glock got to spittin' niggas thought it was a AR

I can make his wifey drop her drawls just off the faith card

You can spit a hundred, I'll still rip 'em off for eight bars

Bitch I'm like Kobe in this booth, I'm who they can't guard

And these baggies going for the low so come and cop you one

Pray I'm not a victim, dang I'm sick, I damn near shot me one

Your pops is not a gangsta, he a rat, you like Tekashi son

She don't want a perky or a xan she want a oxy, huh?

[Verse 3: Moneybagz Buzz]

Dope fiend ass bitch

Hey, bought the coupe then I crashed it

Made 30k the next day it's in the past tense

As for them broke niggas askin'

Six hundred dollars in my cup, I can't pass it

Hey, Neiman Marcus in to fashion

I'm a boss you lil' niggas peasants, different classes

Seventeen, had thirty in my mattress

I done lost it all on the road taking chances

Ayy, fuck the virus, start shooting he get close to me

Ain't want the bitch, told Jody get the ho for me

It's crazy how everybody in my phone have a forty piece

Knowing if I went broke they wouldn't notice me

Ayy, they send the Buzzlato out of town for the forty-three

He only uppin' five bands and that's broke to me

Glock 9, Gen 5, It's a 43

Smoke a nigga like a Runtz pack, he's a joke to me (Bitch)