Yeah, yeah

Two bitches, two drugs

Yeah, yeah

I'm on the Southside, ain't gotta think right, I'm finna pull my beam right out

She say, "Wanna fuck?" I say, "Yes, right now, I'm finna pull my Bieber out"

I missed the problem and I got me some tattoos, I finna take my t-shirt off

He was talking too tough, then got caught in public and he ain't even let his heater off

Damn, **** be lost in the sauce, yeah, this when you bleed, ballers

We get up on a **** close range, delete his thoughts, he wouldn't even see what's up

Pushing the fuck out the Range, it came four wheels, but one of 'em wiggling off

She pulled up on you when it's Ramadan, and she got 10 pounds, with me she taking it off

Floor seat tickets to the Laker games, sippin' on purple rain, I'm in the next seat over

2026, letting off shit, he got on MCM, man that's bum-ass bogus

Cross a **** up like Stephen, double white kicks, I could do it in Timbaland butters

**** ain't come out the crib and his door got kicked, now he taking it up with his mother

Fuck anytime I want to, I don't need lotion, I put that on my baby brother

I'm in Atlanta right now with a Glock and a Drac, tryna catch a rap **** that's slumping

I know a **** that died and his whole gang fazed and they still went and did nothin'

1-2-3, here we coming, they roll up thuggin' on shit like Drummond

Come here!

I just got a call from Pat, tryna catch a opp **** could get slapped like—

Ayo!

1-2-3, here we coming, they roll up thuggin' on shit like Drummond

Come here, come here, come here, come here!

I just got rich on rap, I don't do scam shit, why you making assumptions?

The Glock don't only shoot hard legs, we kill a bitch with a new lace front in

She literally drop dead gorgeous, I just did too much

ARP got a cooler kit, but this bitch literally scortchin'

BO, Double O D, I won't fuck with them guys, ain't a little remorse in 'em

We put a **** on Temu, fuck in picture, blew up like it's Sportscenter

In came the Hellcat, it's been too long, fuck around gotta add a little oil in it

You talkin' too much, boy, you better pipe down, why you runnin' 'round telling all of bro business?

Got four cell phones, I don't know how to work 'em, mad as fuck in the morning 'cause the phone ringing