[Verse 1: YounginSoSleaze & Mootie Bandz]

Back to the basics

Runnin' out of breath from chasin' paper in a pair of Asics

Now they see I'm up, bust a Cuban down, it said mosaic

Hella DMs and texts sayin' congratulations

What's crazy, I'm just gettin' started, they actin' like I made it

I just came in with a book, I'm flippin' through the pages

Life like GTA, I play for keeps, but I can't get wasted

Seein' different places, switchin' whips, I'm servin' different faces

No matter what I'm in, like Ricky Bobby, drivin' like I'm racin'

Make a bag touch anywhere, throw it like I'm Peyton

Shit I'm in, it cost a couple strips and I can't even say it

Five hundred for a gram, can you say you made it? I can say I have

Wait a minute, add it up, nigga, do the math

Turn-around crazy, switchin' states, been goin' back to back

I was tryna make a sale before I made a rap

He just paid me for a gram, he only got a half

Rawest shit you ever seen, you gon' need a mask and some gloves too

Hit the road again, you know I'm hip, just play the rearview

Pops told me never trust a bitch and keep a bag too (Ayy)

[Verse 2: YounginSoSleaze]

Been feelin' like Coyote, bitch, I'm road runnin'

Niggas feelin' like I owe 'em, I don't owe nothin'

Give a bitch a fistful, a ho tryna hold somethin'

You better keep your heat, it's finna be a cold summer

Bull walkin' off the Wock', got a nigga high

So if you hit a nigga phone, I might not reply

I be grindin' year 'round, fuck a wintertime

I'm shootin' in my own lane, so ain't no gettin' by

Want this shit to come to you? Gotta have patience

But all that sittin' on your ass gon' leave your ass waitin'

They been askin' what I'm doin', shit, I'm bag chasin'

Out of state, ain't no vacation, this a bag-cation

Bougie nigga, I like sippin' lean in the wine glass

He in the field with a helmet, no thigh pads

Cappin' like he on it, but he run off when we drive past

Your time over in your timeglass, lil' nigga