[Transcribing]

[Intro: TrapQuan$]

Man, you know, how the fuck we comin’, man (Bah! Bam!)

You know, what the fuck we doin’ out here (Brr!)

On another track with my nigga, Jay, we finna wreck this shit

Let’s get it

[Verse 1: JayDoe]

I’ve been gettin’ money, ain’t no time to wait

Yo’ bitch on my fuckin’ timeline

Scrollin’ down, Instagram timeline

Money on my phone, hit my line

You need dubs? You need quarters? Hit my line

Know I’m taxin’ big bro on my line

What’s the deal? Niggas talkin’ so fire

‘Til their bro bring the chopper out now, fire

F-F-Fire, yo’ main bitch, she on me, now

Yeah, I pull it out, yeah, I nutted in her mouth

I ain’t from the South, my family from the South

Yeah, we reppin’, bossin’ threes up from the South

Yeah, I walk up in the spot, bag it up

Trappin’ niggas know I get it, then, I add it up

I stack it, bag it, yeah, I flip it, then, I get some mo’

Bitches suckin’ and they fuckin’, and they hit the do’

“JayDoe, oh, no!

Go and grab that .40”

Or the .45 with the [?], nigga, let it blow

Big bro, grab the pounds, yeah, for the low

We get it off, we taxin’ niggas, Milwaukee, we ballin’, bro

Ballin’, I’m ballin’

Yeah, I’m ballin’, ain’t no stallin’

Yo’ main bitch on me, callin’

Yeah, I swear, I keep her waitin’

Ain’t no time for patience, ain’t no time for waitin’

I’m hangin’ ‘round with them Haitians

Blue and Red flags, yeah, but I fuck with the Blue side

Yeah, the left side

All my Crip niggas, yeah, we let it fly

[Verse 2: TrapQuan$]

Yeah, let it bang, they let it fly

I’m so high, I’m in the sky

And I’ll never come back ‘til the Fourth of July

I’m chillin’ with my bros, we fuckin’ they hoes

I don’t care ‘bout no ho, where all my woes?

I got a .44, you know, bro, let it blow

Everybody know, everybody know me

Like, one, two, three, Do-Re-Mi

Fa-So-La-Ti-Do, my niggas on the block, tryna get that Green

Aye, aye, aye, tryna get that…

Aye, my nigga pulled up with a .30 Glock, and you know, he got a beam

Green beam, and he got a Red beam

Them .30s be singin’ like a choir, let it ring

All my niggas on the block with a scheme

All my niggas tryna scheme to the money

Yeah, my nigga, gettin’ to the money

Bitch hoppin’ on dick like a bunny

This shit cut her sweet like some honey

[?]

All my niggas in the [?], pistol packin’