Whole lotta, Whole lotta , Whole lotta A-Team shit (Whole lotta that shit, Hrr)

Whole lotta Swoop shit, Whole lotta mob shit, whole lotta 32 shit whole lotta 28 shit (Whole lotta, mob, hrr)

Hrr, Well damn, Well damn, Well damn, Well damn (Hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr)

(Bitch)

Uh, Wit' them A's we jumpin' out a van

Got burnt wit' the Glock but it's tan

**** died, he was raisin' his hand

Back in when you come to the end

Lil' fye' on me, Baby Gen

I'ma shoot i'ma ball out the gym

Took his package, a Ps5 Slim

Pump shotty, I walk with a limp

New phone, I take out the sim

**** green, Invader Zim

Mixing every drug I'm finna stim

**** broke couldn't show me a band

Tryna steal cut a fuck **** hand

High as fuck, give a fuck where I land

I got clips for that boy on demand

**** broke then a bitch they some peons

Put a bitch on a clip like neon

Buzz lightgear, Up, Up, and beyond

Got some shit that would take down the D line

Ian copy yo drip that shit stepped on

44. Magnum, take off your left arm

I'ma sneak in the crib, get stepped on

Call that boy Nyquil he slept on

We gon' cut off his limbs like Rec Room

She givin' me head with a septum

Catch the play, one hand like Beckham

Wanna ball? Full court press 'em

Gilly shootin' this shit just like Russle

Movin' dirty, I'm not tryna tussle

F-uck a gym, I'm swervin' that muscle

St-stuffin' money in a LV duffle

B-bitch, I ain't TDF, ion love you

Wit' slimes, got snakes, I'ma buckle

P-put fye' on his face now he puzzled

N-**** not in the game with a huddle

Put a fuck **** face in the puddle

In the trap day to day doin doubles