[Intro: Riven & deviantcam]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Y-yeah, yeah
Woke up in that bitch, and I get some shooters on me
Bitch, I got some sticks, I don't give a fuck about society and shit
Get a hundred [?] with the face in this bitch—
(Xaynor, you killed it)
Yeah, yeah (Oh), yeah, yeah (Oh)
(Yeah, yeah, oh)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yеah
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yеah

[Verse 1: Riven, deviantcam & Teller23]
Woke up in that bitch, and I get some shooters on me
Bitch, I got some sticks, I don't give a fuck about society and shit
Get a hundred [?] with the face in this bitch
In the whip like Need for Speed, I'm finna take off with a bitch
And I just copped some Rick
Yeah, my bitch stunnin', flexin' harder than my bitch (Woah, woah)
Yeah, my bitch stunnin' and I'm tryna get rich
And I pull up all black, bitch, I feel John Wick
Yeah, this ice on my neck, got me sneezin' like I'm sick, yeah
And I treat yo' bitch like a dog, tell her, ''Sit'', huh
[Verse: Teller23]
30 in my cup (Woah), .30 on my hip (Woah)
Bitch, you know wassup, bitch, you know I'm him
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm in the game like Mobile Legends
Yeah, speakin' to the bitch, like I'm a reverend, uh
Say she into astrology, double seven
Now she on her needs, like Kinami, she pray to heaven

[Verse 2: Riven & deviantcam]
(Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' down on me, teach his ass a lesson (Oh)
Walkin' to the scene, damn, I can't stop flexin'
Yeah, I got that big dough, bitch, I'm from Texas
You a bitch, boy, you do not get reckless
And I'm gettin' new hoes, you just fuckin' on my ex's (Yeah)
Make her pockets hurt, the way she bought my ass a neckless (Woah, woah)