[Verse 1: Token]

Seven deep in Amsterdam, I gave that girl ego without her askin' for it

Brand that bitch with two Italian logos now she fashion forward (Yeah)

She say she wanna get high but she can't find the bag she portioned

This is why my past's important—I know how to get that gas imported

My room ain’t ready so I bathroom floored it

Peeked under the stalls, they all was empty

Bent her by the toilets (Toilets)

Her friend got an app idea, bitch think she Jack Dorsey (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Just gotta get the patent right, I tell her say "Congrats" for mе

It ain't cool to be the one your homiеs gotta watch

But I been operatin' there since all them bottles made her scared

Soda water, chase it down 'til all 'em rounds taste like air

You stack the glasses I was off, it's 'bout the size of baby chair (Uh-huh)

Guap protected with barbed wire, like it's holocaust gates in there

My baby prepared the juicy pink like when my Tomahawk steak is rare

She not Islam, don't say them prayers

But it's always like it's Ramadan the way she cares to fast to keep her body small and weight prepared

[Chorus: Token]

Sweat swinging off them bitches out the drop top (Yeah)

Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (Yeah)

Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Verse 2: Token]

I don't invite my O.G. to the parties I throw at the crib

I don't need the backlash, she's back

And when he ask about the night I just recap it (I got you)

Before publishin', hustlin' was still a me habit

All that cash into my mattress practically had my sheets braggin' (Uh)

Switched the narrative from a kid tryin' to get famous

To a kid high with temptation with a disguise on his anguish

White skin turn red inside of his basement

Life is heating up, I got a big gripe if you in the way of it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Token & Benny The Butcher]

Sweat swinging off them bitches out the drop top (Yeah)

Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (The Butcher coming nigga! Brr!)

Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list (Brr, brr!)

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Verse 3: Benny The Butcher & Token]

Yeah, you worth the jewels your family hand you (Right)

My sanity handled it all

I gambled and lost, dealing with hoes I don't care to involve (Right)

I'm on satin Alexander decor, inside a Benz

AMG mats layin' on the floor when the camera pan through the doors (That's right)

Life's a bitch and through these glasses I see a scandalous whore (Bitch!)

In business meetings, using tactics that's only standard for war

Could it be magic behind pianos, hear Barry Manolo’s voice

I got Tony Montana's force, that's on Tony Sopranos' corpse

Don't trust chicks, they heartless, just give 'em dick and problems

You buy 'em gifts and chocolates then give 'em quick responses (Uh-uh)

Shit been rotten 'round here since Harriet was pickin' cotton

Soon as you get rich, the IRS come pick your pockets (Damn)

In the trial, judge told him he don't deserve to be free (That's fucked up)

If he not already a killer, then he gon' certainly be

Up the road, not up for parole 'til 2033

Sharp his razor, watchin' reruns on a blurry TV, ah

[Chorus: Token]

Sweat swinging off them bitches out the drop top (Yeah)

Slur swinging out the homies after shot, shot (Yeah)

Champagne will put her pussy on the wanted list (Yeah)

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

[Outro]

Start shit, you want me to start shit, so start it then

You ugly ass bitch