[Verse 1: Pyramid Vritra]

Wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Lotus

Bitches blowing up my phone because now they see a nigga rolling

My whole team shining and we never loose focus because we all we got

From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys

But wait until I pull up in that motherfucking Martin smoked up

With a foreign bitch rolling up and she don't give a fuck

Murdered out

Take 'em to the South, kick 'em out then switch 'em out

From broke as fuck to selling out by pushing keys

[Verse 2: Speak]

Take a little piece of my heart again

Go sew into the sleeves of my cardigan

Oh pardon him and those bad manners

That ape shit, we go bananas

Got silk pajamas and a satin robe

Cashmere from around the globe

I'm getting brain that frontal lobe

Yo, fuck the fame, I want the gold

I'm not for sale, but I'm pretty much sold on the fact I'll never fucking do what I'm told

I'm a hard head with great head giving rap lames them blank stares

Got blank checks like Tone Loc

We ball out like grown folk

We inhale that gun smoke and

(Blaow, blaow, blaow blaow!)

Let 'em die

[Verse 3: Pyramid Vritra]

Bitches get down, on the floor

When I'm in the cut, asses up

Bright diamonds my crew shining

Your ho wild I'm off indica

Woodgrain, same shit your bitch gripped in that PJ

In my PJs and she relays all the shit she learned in the 12th grade on Prom night

Trick peep game, model bitch reclined in that passenger off two tabs

Bitch don't ask, ain't shit changed

Just week days on replay

That ocean front, back yard view with a pool and such

Rosegold them hoes chose thinking we was 'bout to let them live this shit

Nope