[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Ha (Ha-ha)
Demon time, n***a (Yeah)
Gang, uh (Gang, gang)
Hell
Give 'em hell (Brr, bah)
I got bales (Bah, bah, bah)
I got shells (Bah)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Shells

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Shoot a n***a up 'cause I ain't worried 'bout shit
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist
I got lots of Perkys on me, shit (Shit)
Do a ten with a ten, tryna win, tryna grin at the devil (At the devil)
Bitch, I am a rebel, I don't give a fuck
Talking all that shit, lil' bitch, then I'll pull up and shoot you up (Graow)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, know my mind hella corrupt
I get to that money, lil' n***a, on my brother (On my brother)
You could never, huh, you could never, mother—
Fuck you and yours, you ain't really 'bout it (Yeah)
Said he want some smoke with gang, but, man, I rеally doubt it (Doubt it)
Put some racks up on your head, lil' bitch, a hundred thousand (Ha-ha)
Bitch, I'm fly (Mwah), Fеrragamo Falcon
King of the jungle, y'all n***as buck, man, we really pouncing
OVO, Drac' and forty bust, flaming up all they houses (Bah)
I ain't never worried, but I know they worried 'bout me
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bitch, keep staring (Haha, keep staring)
Keep staring (Ayy)
Keep staring, ayy
Keep staring
I lean like a kickstand
I get money, big bands
We ain't playing, big grams in the blunt, what you saying? (Ha-ha-ha)
Man, what you saying? (What you saying?)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, what you saying? (What? What you—? What you—? What you—? What?)
Ayy, oh, what you saying? (What? What you—? What you—? What? What you saying?)
Ayy, oh, what you saying? (What? What? What you—? What? What you saying?)
Ayy, oh, yeah

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Water (Ayy, yeah)
Like Zelda, bitch, I'm tryna link (Tryna link)
Faucet failure, I've been breaking sinks
Legendary like I am a sphinx (Sphinx)
At the ball with your bitch, a few drinks, in a mink
Pink Panther skin-colored, I think (I think, uh-huh)
They don't understand the words that I link (I link)
They be sleep like a Bill Cosby drink (Yeah, huh)
They know we lit, God damn it (Yeah)
I'm up on Planet Namek (Yeah, yeah)
On demon time, they panic (Yeah)
'Cause they thought a n***a was satanic (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
'Cause we keep that tool like mechanic (Ha-ha-ha)
On Planet Drool with Lava Girl, you know we doing damage (Okay)
Okay, sauced up
Matter fact, Black Clover, bitch, I'm motherfucking Asta
Money longer than a dread head on a Rasta
Let's get this shit straight, I'm 'bout to fix your damn posture
'Til I'm at Heaven's gates, bitch, I'ma stay smoking (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, yeah, opps, what did you say? (Woo)
Just like an animal, just like a cannibal, your bitch out here sucking meat every day (Okay)
I'm on a pedestal, never go federal, eating that cake like I'm damn Anna Mae (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Smokin that zaza out here in LA
We the one blowing up like a grenade (Let's go)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd, Ski Mask the Slump God, & Both]
Bitch, keep staring (Ha-ha)
Keep staring (Okay)
Keep staring, ayy (Keep staring)
Keep staring
I lean like a kickstand
I get money, big bands (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ain't playing, big grams in the blunt, what you saying? (What you—?)
Man, what you saying?

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Juice WRLD]
Ayy, what you saying? (What? What you—? What you—? What you—? What?)
Ayy, oh, what you saying? (What? What you—? What you—? What? What you saying?)
Ayy, oh, what you saying? (What? What? What you—? What? What you saying?)
Ayy, oh, yeah (Ah)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Talk my shit and back it
Rockstar from the trap
Run from the cops in my Rafs, yeah
Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah
I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush
Maybe Hi-C, maybe a Faygo
Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these fuck n***as halos
Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy-E, fuck the police
They won't let none of my n***as home, home (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bitch, keep staring (Haha, keep staring)
Keep staring (Ayy)
Keep staring, ayy
Keep staring
I lean like a kickstand
I get money, big bands
We ain't playing, big grams in the blunt, what you saying? (Ha-ha-ha)
Man, what you saying?