[Verse 1: Scumah]

Take five' hunnid' out the bank

Bitch it's in top 5 plaques on my name, in the bin

She think she crazy

My money crazier in this bitch

[Verse 2: Scumah]

Dashin', flashin'

Pink drank passin'

Money keep passin'

All my runz' passin'

Take this bitch, out the room

She keep draggin'?

Spint on these props, on these bitches yeah, im blastin'

[Verse 3: Sosa]

Louis V, that’s my thing

Cop my baby a new calm ring

New calm ring, thats her thing

Came back from the dead, woah

Blood on the wall all red, woah

Leavin’ my opps all dead, woah

Leavin’ the crew all dead, woah

Came back from the dead, woah

[Verse 4: Blessed]

Srt red key

Hoes on me thesе hoes on me

All thesе bitches hate on me

Blunts on blunts i spent a fee

Ricks on ricks, yeah spent a fee

Hunnid’ thousand in a goyard

Where my opp at? in a graveyard

Put my opp in a graveyard

[Verse 5: Sosa]

Blunt on blunts, put my opp in it

Fuck that bitch, i came in it

Bitches keep hatin’, don’t fuck wit the X9

Pussies keep hatin’, don’t fuck wit the X9

Put that hoe down wit the gang

Yo bitch been passed thur the gang

Put that bitch down wit the gang

Yo bitch been passed thur the gang

[Verse 6: Scumah]

Pump fake, punch made who?

Bitch i'll kill a jit'

He vanishin'

One pop', like my whole fit

If he ain't' doin' nun, huh

If he ain't doin' sum

Huh why he runnin' from what?

I'll whip that bitch wit' my gun

[Verse 7: Scumah]

Bitch i got clips, and they shootin' through ya' head

Why he talkin' real

You be lookin' like a FED

Why you talkin' to me

Like we just fuckin' met

Bitch i ain't know you

I only met you from the bed

[Bridge: Scumah]

X9 coppin', huh

All around that kit

All my money punchin' in rough

Like a spinz'

Triplefour, yeah-huh

Ain't bout' that shit

Takin' everybody else, yeah, im like wick'

[Verse 8: Blessed]

All of my fans tryna be just like me

Hatin’ ass hoes tryna be just like me

Pop a perc, yeah sippin’ sum lean

Sippin’ sum lean, watch out for my beam

Got money, yeah i look like a trapper

Got money, yeah i look like a scammer

Got money, yeah im yo bitch favorite rapper

Got money, yeah im your favorite rapper

[Verse 9: Scumah]

Bitch we goin' on 5s, lil jit

Yeah we runnin' real nines

Yeah i got whole lotta' bodies

Bitch i got whole lotta' money-kits

Funny, huh, you funny (yeah)

I got money on money, bitch

She lookin' real stunnin-stunning, bitch got a sart, and blunt, and a kit