[Verse 1: DiLo]

I just pulled up in the coupe

Fuck with that bitch but not you

Got diamonds in all of my jewels

Your girl suck me off like a Juul (phew)

Fuckin' that bitch for the rush

Put codeine all in my crush

Girl is so wet made her gush

My stroke is so clean like a brush

Alright, now lets get real

Ask this girl "whats the deal?"

I hook her in like a reel

Lil Uzi be grabbin' the wheel

I don't got no diamonds so cold

Don't rock no sliver, just gold

I ain't got no roof, 'cause it folds

Like a soccer ball, I just roll

All of my friends like my flow

You know I got plugs, shoutout beau

You know I got bread filled with dough

[?]

Got no cash, but you know I got sneakers

Put one song out, now here come the features

I'm on the field, while y'all on the bleachers

Just like Lance in blowin' your speakers

Got no [?] but I can still dance

Ain't got no snakes on the side of my pants

No way I'm singin', not even a chance

My socks in my shoes, no need for the stance

I got Jordans, ain't rockin no Yeezy

This beat is sick, its makin' you queasy

Your flow is so borin' its makin me sleepy

"Oh that is your girl?" Well, she is so easy

Turn up, turn up, turn the place

"TBG" said turn up the bass

Like Tay-K we run the race

We be runnin', but from a case

These bands that I'm wearin'

These people be starin'

We spit like we swearin'

My song be blarin'

We rollin like [?]

Like paper tearin'

Toasty a legend, got [?]

[?]

No need for confession, admit I be flexin'

No need for progression, rap be my profession

[Pre-Chorus: DiLo, Toast]

We got the sauce, we got the juice, (Skrr)

Smokin' these trees, smokin that spruce

Just like KYLE, got nothin' to lose

These bitches pull up, hit them with the deuce

[Chorus: DiLo, Toast]

Deuce, Deuce (two)

Shock these girlies like Zeus

Deuce, Deuce (two!)

All of your clout is reduced (Toasty!)

[Verse 2: Toast]

Umm, yuh Toasty on the block, hide it in my sock (oop)

I ain't no Playboi Carti, but I still milly rock (Agh)

Got lots of... bands, you know that clout on lock

Bro, you got no fuckin feature you can't even talk (no)

Yuh, toasty trappin all day in the studio

You know I'm passin' out xans to the groupie hoes

Yuh, DiLo on the track, you know that shit flows

She came into my room, told her touch her toes

Count it up, she like "woah" (aye)

Toasty do the most (aye)

Kasper, no ghost (aye)

She suck me off 'till the morning

Who the best? They like "toasty"

Prepare for the roast (aye)

Nobody even close (aye)

Not one eye closed

DiLo just told me to hop on the track

Don't fuck with your bitches because they are whack

I'm so sharp, like a thumb tack

Told her turn around, gave her ass a smack (booh)

Gotta thank God, 'cause I be blessed

Girl see me out, she be obsessed

Go no condom, "girl, don't stress"

She hopped in the bed and got undressed (agh)

[Pre-Chorus: Toast]

DiLo got sauce, Toasty got juice

Smokin' these trees, smokin' that spruce

Losin' your balls, just like you're Bruce

These girlies pull up, hit 'em wit the deuce

[Chorus: Toast]

Deuce, Deuce

Like '94 we don't lose

Deuce, Deuce

You in the back like Caboose