Uh, what

Yo, what?

Me-me and yvngxchris, we out here in LA though

We just tryna stack the bread like LEGOs

Get to the money, I'm stackin' the pesos

My shoota creep down on your block, lay low

He a angel, we done gave that boy halos

I-I call up Chris, he gon' slide with the Draco

I pour the Wocky up inside my Faygo

And I just got a plug and he trap in Barbados

Goddamn, yvngxchris can't fuck with these fake hoes

I can't concentrate with these hoes in my face, bro

I search for the money like, "Look what I found now"

7.62 and this bitch go, "Pow-pow"

I ball like Mike, ****, no Bow Wow

I got a bitch playin' Chris on surround sound

Kick down his door, we gon' run in his house now

S-Snitch on his bro so we call him a mouse now

Me and yvngxchris, we some gods, better bow down

Chris passed the work, now we runnin' the routes now

I'm 'bout my business, you know that it's accurate

Hollow tips, 7.62, get to clappin' it

Better duo than me and Chris? Imagine it

Runnin' around with my Glock like I'm travelin'

Runnin' around with my Glock like I'm Usain

She not my bitch, why she callin' me boo thing?

That **** lackin' like, "Where is your crew man?"

They say, "yvngxchris switched up, he got too fame"

Brand new Ferrari, I'm swervin' in two lanes

You got the clouty but don't got a stack though

I know that's your bitch but she don't no ass though

Plug named Travis, I'm not talkin' Astro

(Shh) Tiptoe, we at his back door

Me and Lil Chris finna kick in this trap though

In that lil' SRT goin' fast though

Put that five on that boy like he run track though

He missin' his shots when he squeezin' the glizzy

I-I'm in the booth countin' hundreds and fifties

They call me Morty 'cause Chris is like Ricky

(Bro, I think his name Rick) Oh well, well it doesn't matter

I'ma hit then I'm done and I'm not talkin' batter

Yeah, that ho was bad, but my bitch ass is fatter

Shawty climbin' my dick, got her using a ladder

Yeah, Santana my slime, yeah, that boy is my slatter

Bitch, I got the moves, I'm not talkin' Mick Jagger

Said she wanted the meat but that ho was a gagger

Yvngxchris got the fame but that shit made me sadder

And that ho want a ring, baby, I'm not Saturn

He-he (Ha-ha), ay bro, chill, chill, Chris, chill

Ayo, he didn't have to do it like that

My fault bro, that's my bad, my bad

Look, look, look, look, look (What's up? What's up?)

Ayy this, bro, I don't know but

I don't know what it is with me and fast beats

But I think I like, you know, when my beats is a little faster, so speed it up for me

Got a MAC in my lap and the Glock in my hand

She watch me like her favorite show on demand

I walk in the party, they know I'm the man

I walk in the bank, I'ma juug for the bands

Now enough of that stuff, lets get to the real

Pull up on his block, pop that boy like a pill

Shoot him in his leg, we don't care how he feel

I'ma dunk on that boy like my name is Shaquille

Goddamn, that boy yvngxchris too ill

I'm not talkin' Superman, I ride with the steel

I'ma beat her doonies down, she eat like a meal

I'ma call up Lil Tana, that boy got a deal

Yvngxchris finna fuck on this hoe for the rappin'

That boy talkin' crazy on Tana, I'm snappin'

My ****, what's crackin', I just got a backend

I pull out my dick and that bitch started laughin'

(Haha) The fuck is you laughin' for, like