[Intro: Y$57]

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh-yuh-yuh

[Verse 1: Y$57]

They love it when I'm broke, but they hate when I'm rich

A-a-and I got my money up, spent the rest on Saks Fifth

A-a-and I make it all back when I'm dropping all these hits

While she dancing on my Glock, and then she dancing on my dick

Where your hoe at, man?

Why she tryna get me up? (Free my—)

Free my brothers, bail 'em out, 'cause we be jumping in the cut

Better duck 'fore them bullets fly through within your truck

I-I-I ain't talking to nobody unless I get my money up

And I pull up to a motherfucker, yeah, you see he gone

Man, why he think he Kratos?

Boy, you ne— (Never been that strong)

Tryna be the fucking hero, but you know that always wrong

You tryna live a good life 'til you get smoked like it's a bong

Why— why he think it's funny? I don't got a fucking smile

Certi— certified opps equals certified trials

He-he-he-he think he fucking slick while he jacking off my sound

Load-load-load up the 5.56— for the cr-cr-crown

[Verse 2: Bumboi]

Ayy, it's the B-U-M to the motherfucking B-O-I

I tote banana clips, I damage shit with my lil' Glock nine

We gon' banish him, can't manage him, his music not hot

Sacrifice you to the depths of Hell, then turn a blind eye

Who's the killer?

It's not you crying 'bout some chump change, make 'em shiver

I'm colder than a polar sipping drank, mind your business

Fuck you worried 'bout another man?

Quick to pick up on all the signs before I lose my brain

[Verse 3: DAEGHO]

Rah, rah, hear that fire, fire

If young Daegho bring that fuego, you gon' die, die (Die)

Why, why do they try, try to compete with the D-O-N?

You ain't that guy (Guy)

Stepping, I'm reckless, pulling up fast

Busting a muhfucking move running right past

Kick to the head, don't even react

Your ass on the bench while I'm fucking the— (Track up)

It's that motherfucker from the south-southwest

Spitting it with that schizophrenic flow like I'm possessed

Boy, don't talk like a gangster, you ain't in no gang (Shh)

You tote all them guns, never seen you bang (Shut up)

You walk like a pimp, but you ain't got no game (Fuck you)

Now the walls caving in, where you going, man?

(Stupid motherf—)

Look up in the mirror, see the demon I've become

Get this feeling out of me, redrum what I want

F-f-fucking with the don, uh-oh, are you dumb?

P-p-pistol-whip, hit with the stick, your head look like a drum

It's that motherfucker riding 'round the city with them chrome teeth

If you want the crown, come and grab it off my dome piece

Wa-da-da-deng, wa-da-da-da-deng-deng

Listen to my nine millimeter go bang

[Outro: DAEGHO]

Então cale a boca, caralho

Better "Do the Right Thing" like Spike do

You a pussy boy, call you vaginal

Paint the town red, look like a Piru

Filho da puta, lute comigo na rua

Nunca toque na minha coroa

Stupid, you is deluded if you think that you could do it— (Like me)