[Intro: Yung Christ & DJ Fela]

(You did good, Slick)

Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— (It's a Smash)

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so—

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so—

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

Hit, dip, wig split (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)

Hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so— (Wetto, Wetto, Wetto)

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

(Wet, wet, wet, wetto)

[Verse 1: Yung Christ]

I got the Glock in my yoga pants, fuckin' that bitch, in a yoga stance

Swangin' that K', with an open stance, loaded, from smokin' that opium

Stain a lil' boy, in the clothes he's in

All of my walls, they closin' in, 51/50 (Wet, wet, Wetto), thеy tryna come get me, just mindin' my businеss and moseyin'

Matte black, smokin' packs, panic attacks, back to back

Xanax on my lap, debatin', should I relapse?

But back to the ho I was talkin' 'bout, I just wanna put it up in her mouth

Pimpin' up in my blood, what's up cuh?

Thuggin' that dirty South

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59, three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side

$licky pull up in a quarter mill' and slaughter up your daughter

Yung Jesus, with them Forgi wheels don't walk, he drive on water

Anytime, any place, any hood, any state

Good, 'til it fuckin' ain't, woods to the fuckin' face

Ridin' with my baby sage, lines on expensive plates

Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never lookin' phased

Poet, when I'm spittin' game (Game), show me, how that pussy shaved (Shaved)

Dosage climbin', with my shame (Shame), mama cryin', for my pain (Pain)

Will they ever understand? (No), can I even help my dad? (No)

Money fuckin' up my fam', givin' until there's nothin' left

Pullin' up in that latest (Damn)

Choppa stay on me, don't need no hands

Prefer to be lonely, don't need no friends

Ho we just fuckin', I don't date fans (Bitch)

I'm with my cousin and talkin' plans

Went to my hood and I copped some land

Blowin' through my money like Democrats

Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax

[Verse 2: Romeo da Black Rose]

Why the fuck you look to me for help?

There ain't an ace in the cards I was dealt

I'm thirty one, still don't know, how to take care of myself

Honestly, I'm scared, that I might melt

Leave behind a bunch of black spots, on a white pelt

Maybe in the next life, I'll come back as a nice belt, Ion' know

There's a fine line, between me and you

The biggest difference is, I'll snort that shit and probably puke

Dodge and juke all the bullshit y'all try and pull me through

But I'm still shinin', baby girl wylin'

Catch me ridin' by, with that look in my eyes

Palms start to sweat, by the way I'm grippin' my .9

Yeah, I'm always on my toes but I'm still the same height

Standin' tall above my grave, make sure, it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved

Make sure, you throw the plaques in and all the money we made

I can't put them on my wall, that shit just ain't my taste

It ain't my taste, it ain't my taste

Shawty wanna marry me, I said, "You're better off in debt"

If it didn't work out baby, I'll be real hard to forget

German whips and private jets, private beaches to access

Fuck on me, baby, I'm still a mess, and no that ain't a threat

I ride for my family that's Grey*59, try and be all I can be and not waste my time

On the brink of insanity, I can't make up my mind

Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think I'm blind

[Outro: DJ Fela, Yung Christ & Romeo da Black Rose]

Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so—

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

Hit, dip, wig split, hit a little dope, before I sweat a ho, so—

Hit, dip, wig split, hit, dip, wig split

Hit, dip, wig split

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59

Three fingers in the air

Three fingers in the air

Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59

Three fingers in the air, m-

Three fingers in the air, main

I ride for my family, that's Grey*59

I ride for my family, that's Grey*59

Try and be, all I can be

And I waste my ti-ti-ti-ti—ime

Try and be, all I can be and I waste my time