[Intro]

(Topside)

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]

I just jumped in my No Limit Soldiers

I just mixed that Wockhardt with cream soda and poured it

Ain't no bitch ever told me, "I stole my car, Jody"

Ayy, I always been one of them niggas, nigga

I think that Xanax finally joining the mixture

Uh, I just click with that Draco, you get the picture

Wockhardt in my ale ginger

Go and get your own Percocets, I ain't got none to sell niggas, uh

And the case closed 'cause I ain't got nothin' to tell niggas

[Verse 2: Baby Smoove]

I'll come big ol' skeleton, I don't want no lil' Richard

How the fuck you go and sign that deal and I'm still richer?

I like gettin' head while high 'cause it feel different

Celine hoodie on my back now cost me six-fifty

I can't lie, I done seen some shit, I might be traumatized

He just dropped, but I can't play it 'cause it's full of lies

I got a bitch in Florida, no cap, and she love Plies

If I wasn't rappin', I'd have a trunk full of PS5s

[Verse 3: CEO Trayle]

If I wasn't rappin', I'd have a trunk full of dead opps

Past tense, you know Big C4 high-sped cops

Niggas act like they be too rich to give a nigga props

Leave a safe in front of my brother even though it didn't lock

Ayy, 'cause I know he ain't gon' steal no guap

I watch these bitches one eye open just like Fetty Wap

And Jetty keep givin' me these pills, I'm like, "Jetty, stop"

Uh, got a lil' bad bitch in the hills, you gon' suck or not?

Foreign car and cut the top

[Verse 4: Baby Smoove]

Oh, that's when it stop? Alright, alright, alright

I be rollin' with some niggas from the Neighborhood

I'm in Detroit ridin' with some shit that'll flip Suge

This SRT been on thirty chases and it's still good

I'ma be super rich, shit, I should buy Neverland

My drank came out the pharm', yours was in a pan

I wasn't in LA for a day, made two hundred grand

My bitch chillin' at LV, yours on OnlyFans

[Verse 5: CEO Trayle]

Uh, your bitch wanna suck the D, that's her only plans

I got a hundred blues from the D in canola cans

You know Big C4 move with the ski with his gun in hand

I told my nigga just take the plea or they gon' bake his ass

Uh, I cut the head off all of the snakes before I rake the grass

Ayy, Amiri my motherfuckin' jeans so I'm just skatin' past

Ayy, lil' nigga, you ain't gettin' no money like this with your hatin' ass

You said that you was gonna call a blitz with your fakin' ass