[Verse 1: Specxfic]

I can't leave the house, they might be like, "Where you go?"

Che done called me up, said, "They tryna steal our flow"

We just put five chops in the back of the rental

She said, "I like your jacket," but this is a Moncler coat

She thought this shit was Gucci but I told her, "BB Simon"

Niggas gettin' mad, they don't like the way we living

If I wasn't rappin', I'd be swiping or in prison

This ain't Benihanas, you can't watch me make this chicken

[Verse 2: Che]

This ain't Benihanas, when she eat it, finger lickin'

Dog can't get caught so wе shootin' from a distance

I pull the Glock out

I got a Maybach, we pulling thе top out

AC/DC, way that I rock out

All eyes on me, so I'm feelin' like Pac now

Bitch, I can't see so I'm spilling the Wock' out

Walk in the party then, bitch, I'ma walk out

Walk in the crib and I'm pulling my cock out

Bitch, It's Romani and Spec, we on top now

I kill a nigga, they need a white chalk out

[Verse 3: Specxfic]

He keep on talkin', I'm pulling the chop out

Walk in the block, I walk out the block

My bitch a nerd, she checkin' the stocks

Bitch, I was a glass, but now I'm a lock

(Like, you get it right, 'cause, you know, [?])

I need the bread, I want it a lot

Choppa gang, we got chops

We don't hang, we just rock

[Verse 4: Che]

Who killed your man, I think that I did that

I already spinned, I think we gon' spin back (Fuck?)

Give me my pin back

Your bitch a pig, where the chinny-chin-chin at?

Bitch, I'ma eat on the beat, where the din' at?

Think she a barbie, like give me my Ken back

Your brother dead, you ain't getting your kin back

I'm finna clap at his feet like a flip-flap

Fuck, or maybe a flip-flop

Your bitch, she doing my dance on the Tik-Tok

I spent a band on a muh'fuckin' wrist watch

My money fat and it's lookin' like Rick Ross

[Verse 5: Specxfic]

Who the fuck in here?

My money way too fat like Peter

I need a pint so I'm pouring the liter

Niggas be weird, they acting like—

What's that smell?

Feel like DaBaby, pack in the mail

I'm in the mix, not no trail

You send him up, we send him to hell

She keep on talking but I do not care

Look at my left hand, strap in the air

Glock make him sit down, give him a chair

Indian plug, said, "Where is [?]"