[Intro: Armani Caesar]
Uh-huh
A. Caese, the motherfuckin' diva
Yo
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Ayo

[Verse 1: Armani Caesar & Benny the Butcher]
I'm screamin', "Fuck bitches" (Fuck bitches)
To them fuck bitches (Fuck bitches)
I'm up, bitches
No Doz, what, bitches? (Come on)
Pearl handle .38, goons in the cut
Snooze if you want, when I does, it gets done (Woo)
It's— it's that real (Uh-huh), pussies stay mad still
I just light up your ave and pop me an Advil (Uh-huh)
It's Louis 'stead of Goose now, hundred dollar hiccups (Yeah)
They say I got the juice now like I murked Bishop (Grrah)
My only competition starin' at me in the mirror (What up?)
Mama told me not to grow up fast, I ain't wanna hear it (Man, I don't wanna hear it)
Got a team of bad bitchеs (Uh-huh), when they pass, get thе shivers (What else?)
Cut up bad, get the scissors when the cash get delivered, huh? (Ha)
Don't catch feelings, I catch flights (I catch flights)
I don't chase n***as of no type (Nah)
You the ho type, I'm the dough type (Uh-huh)
Murder scene Caese, killin' all the shit y'all ghostwrite (Aha)
Chain where the titties be (Titties), bag where the blicky be (Uh-huh)
On some chill shit, but this MAC on a killin' spree (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
I ain't the hottest out, is you kiddin' me? (Ah, fuckin' jokin' me?)
Bitches wanna clique with me (The Butcher comin', n***a)
'Cause they really scared to be my enemy (Yo, yo)
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher & Stove God Cooks]
I've been nice since Vogues and flat tops
Maurice Malone and crack rock
When will all of this cap stop?
I didn't bring this gat out slapbox (No)
Rappers gon' fold like laptops (Laptops)
I represent for all the have-nots (Have-nots)
Coaches don't joke with the mascots (Uh-uh)
I just pick who take the last shot (Last shot)
Two hundred grand on the coffee table
Covered it, I thought we lost the table
Get a strip and get some raw for sale
I'ma tell you how a boss'll tell you
Though I'm feelin' like a star, I remember when a n***a had it hard as hell (Hard as hell)
Precious years wasted off in jail
That's a story that my scars'll tell (Ah)
Let me welcome n***as to the Terrordome
This the GxF marathon
Every member got carats on (All of us)
We run this shit, so we share batons
West had it, passed it to Conway, I got to watch how it was carried on (I watched)
Very strong, every bar, kept his foot on n***as' necks very long
On my turn, I embarrassed y'all
But I knew that I would bury y'all (I knew it)
'Mani up and the game got her prepared for y'all (Nah)
She ain't scared of y'all lil' n***as (Uh)
[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
Fly by you in the Cullinan (Haha), just left the plug again (Woo)
Crackheads do the runnin' man (Haha), the money runnin' in (Yeah)
Couldn't fit no more inside the pot, I had to stuff it in (I had to stuff 'em in)
Free my n***a Woke, he five summers in (Free Big Woke)
Playin' with her pussy in the Hellcat, I'm like, "Cum again"
She like, "I wanna go upstairs," I'm like, "I want a hundred bricks" (Hahaha)
You know I'm on God time, wrist time
Brick time, south side, barbershop, parkin' lot
Fed cameras outside (Yeah), and they was patient (They was patient)
They was waitin' (They wanted us bad)
They was watchin' us like Everybody Loves Raymond (Hahaha)
My young boy hangin' out the Corvette, sprayin' (Brrt, bap, bap, bap, brrt, bap)
Ah, Griselda, Michelle, West behind the wheel
And I'm in the back stampin' stoves on kilos, for real (For real)

[Outro: Benny the Butcher & Stove God Cooks]
Haha
Stove
Know what I'm sayin'?
And, and I gotta give it to her because I seen her grow and blossom
So as a woman, to an artist, to an entrepreneur, and her building her own brand, us all being successful, then she teaming up with us
So I seen that in real time