[Intro: Taro]

Yeah pop one, then it go three

Hot box in this club and it’s all me

Ahhhh

[Verse 1: Taro]

Getting’ lost while I’m sippin’ lean, sippin’ it up

I’m on fire, but this ice got me drippin’ a ton

All of these bitches got me up, yeah I'm runnin’ it up

And ya wifey wanna fuck, yeah she grabbin’ my duck

I’m in a new dimension, and it feelin’ all right

Did I forget to mention? Ya bitch treatin’ me nice

Drop a net on a necklace, yeah I’m feelin’ I might

Bitches have me for breakfast, suck me like a gallon of sprite

[Verse 2: Barlos]

We goin’ way back

You never supported, why you fake that

Now I’m sittin’ pretty in a Maybach

While you bitches sittin’ wishin’ that I came back

Woah

You ain’t talking money gotta stop boy (stop boy)

Thinkin’ you is top 5 but you not boy (not boy)

Got a 12 car garage that’s a lot boy (lot boy)

Ayy call me Lil Tunechi I’m a Hot Boy AHH

I just flew some bitches down from Aviano

Imma give her D staccato or we go legato

She gon’ swallow my risotto after making her vibrato

Hop up in the el Camino cause we new sopranos (grraahh)

Louis on my body and it’s gettin’ frigid (gettin’ frigid)

Iced out Rolle countin’ every digit (every digit)

Ain’t worried ‘bout the bitches

I’m worried ‘bout the business

I’m comin’ in this bitch and you all a witness

[Verse 3: 2Jaimz]

I’m boutta slide like a GoKart

She got no heart, no bra

Living so large, so far (so far)

I’m higher than a solar

Never pull out like a molar

Boutta blow up, I could fall out (I could fall out)

I got four broads

Chillin’ on my sofa

Givin’ me massages

In the places where I won't start (won't start)

Getting’ lit when it's so dark

Golf carts in the twilight zone

With my phone off, blunt sparked

Yooo slow the fuck down, I’m around (hold up)

Too much thinkin’ boutta make my brain wanna throw up

Too much drinkin’ she gon give me brain wanna load up

If the bitch yak on my tip, I’m about to go nuts

I got no heart, I got no brain (stupido)

Got no hairline receding fuck ya rogain

I got LeBron's game with the propane

‘Cause we headline seating in the front

Ain’t got no shame

[Outro: Taro]

Yeah pop one, then it go three

Hot box in this club and it’s all me

No shame, I’m loud, I’m icy

Where I be, that’s where she wanna be

(ooohs)

Yeah pop one then it go three

Hot box in this club and that's on me

No shame, I’m loud, I’m icy

Where I be, that’s where she wanna be