[Intro]

(R-R-Rossi going up)

[Verse 1: Supawassi]

If it's smoke, I'm like a chimney

Glock 19 got a switchy

I keep the Drac', but I ain't Drizzy

I make birds fly like Tweety

Wass, we live just like Jimmy

Hundred round drum, my glizzy got titties

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]

Hop out, get busy

Big G-30, it knock out your kidneys

You could try duck, but you might catch a wiggy

Trap out of town, fly when I'm in the city

XD makes you see stars like Disney

That lil' ho coming right back like a frisbee

I'm in the trap, overload on the digi'

[Verse 3: Supawassi]

Headshot, give that boy a Boosie

I'm masked up in all black Coogi

He tried to slide and he got Ricky'd

I ran him down, my kicks Balenci'

I can't see through these Carti's

This sweater Dior, it ain't Armani

This dog food ain't for a puppy

We in the 'Woods like Jumanji

[Verse 4: Burna Bandz]

Can teach you the hype, could teach you how to bank

'Cause we brought a hundred rounds, hope you could match that

Team no lackin', so you know I can't stash that

I want my bag, racks stuffed in the backpack

We lurkin' in a Ghost, you can't see me, it's matte black

She buss it open, I ain't with the chat-chat

Bitch, I been ballin' hard, where the stats at?

Come to the trap and shop, bitch, I'ma tax that

Bro, he gon' empty the clip like Mad Max

I get so high, I don't know where I'ma land at

30 on me just so I make it back home

Glock 23, VanVleet, get your man gone

[Verse 5: Supawassi]

She give me dumb brain just like a moron

I can't pull up in it if it ain't foreign

I can count the racks up while I'm snoring

Glock 23, fly like Jordan

Don't let me slam on you, Aaron Gordon

These rappers funny, Martin Lawrence

Face shot a boy if you kill us like gorgeous

We do him on camera, watch the recording

.223's sound like a explosion

We strike niggas out like we bowling

Glizzy take his top like it's common

We want house traps, these trappers homeless

I get you gone, no Hocus Pocus

Switch on the glizzy, I don't got to focus

She eat the dick like she choking

They want smoke, it's crack, they smoking

[Verse 6: Burna Bandz]

We ballin' hard, yeah, no practice or coaching

I'm at the pot, I got my wrist in motion

I fucked the lil' ho, bet I leave her soakin'

Sippin' on many, my daily doses

You already know I got to keep my toaster

Slide on your block just me and my chauffeur

He in the trap, but he just a dojer

Bro said he seen it but it's all a crossover