The wet niggas be quiet We ain't givin' out smoke, we unitin' bum fluid Spend that shit every day, every night Back to back to back to back to back Y'all niggas can't even trap Let the post-black man keep it From now, we spendin' back to back Two weeks, three weeks straight, three weeks Oh, listen Rockin' ice like I'm tryna make a knot Go down When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stars go down For real, for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down Nah, I'm fast, pussy, pussy Maybach, Maybach with the shade Brand new CTS, all red like the brakes Y'all just throw that slime, we was slimed back in the day 2021 gang, wood grain on the cage Big bitch, slaughter a nigga, big dagger in my face Ski, ski mask, fuck a camera, gun him down Breaking news, boss vibe, pussy, we're on place I call my Hellcat OVO, cuz it keep a drape Red dot, headshot, pussy, we awake Count me in ten in one minute, count a whole hundred in ten minutes Nigga need to call they hood Beyblade, cuz all we do is spendin' Y'all owe me a couple establishments, I ain't worried about your business Y'all run around here gossipin', I'm tryna make me some more millions Pussy, rhyme with a stick and a hotbox, I ain't never put my phone in it We call your main bitch pussy hood, cuz all we do is join in it Money the only paperwork I put my bros in Pussy, somebody please unthaw my ears, cuz they risin' Riding ice like I'm tryna make a gnat go down When the police hit the lights, I do not slow down Brand new Draco, ready to crash like when the stars go down I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make the opps go down Chargin' with them by takin', cuz it's drip stolen Trap spot in the neighborhood, it's 60 rollin' Had to do CPR, I got your bitch chokin' Sellin' Percocets, boy and cocaine So many choppers in the spot, we leave the door open Put the water in the pot, then you stick the fork in Put some hoes in your shirt, now it's red soakin' I ain't runnin' from no smoke, piss in me colon You wanna hoesome, I got plenty shell I don't even want no smoke, niggas gon' tell the tale Play with people, kids, gon' play battlefield I'm from the east, homin' the murders, you niggas'll die here They like the box, we like the pop, both of us by the bill You can get hit with one of them guns from my ad-lib You gon' fuck around and get chopped, lil' Karate Kid I ain't seen him in a minute, but ask if God did Saint Laurent sweater, Rob Balenciaga when I rock the Beretta Shot out, rob a crowd, fell in love with the cheddar Beat a rapper ass, Def Jam, Vendetta When it come to, we got plenty Eatin' Roof Crisps, I done burped out on the Benny And I eat, sleep, shit, fuck with the semi Screamin' fuck, friends, family first, rockin' Fendi