[Verse 1: Zide!]

Aye Chris, they don't know you

Yeah, uh

Yeah my lyric [?] godly because I'm heaven sent

Riding in the futuristic whip feel like the Jeffersons

Yeah that bitch is evil, she a witch just like Maleficent

But she gave me brain for like 10 minutes, head magnificent

Ask you if you [?] in my bag well I'm gon' to him next

I just scammed a bitch for twenty bucks, she got eleven cents

How the fuck I keep doing this shit, this don't make no sense

Yeah my dick been all up in her mouth, call you would send a text

Yeah I'm up next

Pack came through the mail, yeah we getting them checks up

Walk into the club, blicky tucked, got my chest up

Bitch I see directly in the future, bitch I'm flexed up

Bitch I'm going hundred on the gas, can't ever let up

Told a bitch, if she really want me write a letter

If I really want her I could easily go get her

Shooters shoot to kill, yeah we aiming for the neck up

Riding through the city with a Drac up and my vest on

You can call me Sylvester Stallone

'Cause I'm rocking with these hoes and they fucking with my bros

But I'm getting to my gold and I'm getting to my goals

Shit, I'm getting to my pay

Shout out to the 92530 yo, that's my state

Riding through the I-15 yeah, that's the interstate

I told that bitch you gotta go, hell no you can't stay

Ops get, ops get hitted with this K

Damn, yeah this Draco finna spray

Pouring up this lean yeah, what I'm gon' drink today (Damn)

Finna buy more drink today

I just pull up with the opps we pouring 4's we on today

Damn, yeah, where my pay at?

I just pulled up on her, where the bray at?

Damn, yeah this bitch is like a braniac

She been giving brain for like 2 hours, shit magnificent, damn

I already said that shit

Let me change it up real quick to a different flow

Damn, yeah

Finna up the score

Shootin' at the opps, yeah you know this choppa finna blow

Damn, bitch we aiming for your fucking nose

Hit you in your face, ain't no way that you going home

Damn, send you to the hospital

Put you in a bodybag, bitch we don't rock with you

Damn, pull up I can't fuck with you

Hell nah, you a hoe, you a snake

I just pulled up on a bitch on [?]

Damn, and we on Fortnite on ranked

[Verse 2: Zide!]

Pull up with the clique, dropping music all night

I just pulled up to the studio, I'm finna lowkey [?]

I just pulled up on Chris, 'cause you know he got the mic

And he pass it

Finna bring you round the room, let me have it

I just pulled up on the opps, bad news for the opps

I just pulled up on the opps, with a tune for the opps

Hold on, wait