[Intro: Los]
Let's kick this shit, n***a
(Who the hell is Carlo?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pussy-ass n***as, ain't got no love for 'em

[Verse 1: Los]
Top dog in my section
Fell off, bounced back, I'm payin' full, who gon' catch it? (Who gon' catch this shit?)
I work hard, I don't play
Hundred bands, ten songs, I can do this shit all day, n***a (Do this shit all day)
I can do this in my sleep
My lil' homie Cash Apped me, say I put him on his feet
Say I put him in his groove, got his own Daisy Lane
I can't tell him go to school, he gettin' fifty for them things, uh
I done seen it, buyin' money, dope case
I done seen it with my cousin out in Phoenix
One spot, two n***as, ten days down the way
Three shirts, two songs, it's gon' be a long day

[Verse 2: WB Nutty]
Small town hot as hell, I'm debatin' if I'ma stay
Made a killing off the tan, but it wasn't fuckin' with that gray
I'm stuck in my ways, I can't give the game up
I ain't doin' hand-to-hands, but I'll put the pape' up
Black plate full of pup, I got raw in the crib
Say your people comin' down, I'm like what all they tryna get?
N***a, flip somethin'
Fuck rap, I still can get the hills jumpin'
What's the pill numbers?
Fentanyl, bitch, I'm tryna kill somethin'
Burn that bitch out, then we onto the next
Heard he got a rap deal, what he do with his check?
Two hundred grams of raw in a new pill press
5K for a verse 'cause n***as kill for they bitch, n***a
[Verse 3: Babyface Ray]
Yeah, take a seal, make a pop tint
Two-step, n***a, I don't dance, but the watch jit
Bouncin' out clean, streets dirty, keep a mopstick
N***a stayed consistent, got it jumpin', call it Josh Smith
N***a, mind your business
G.O.A.T. tatted on my hand, n***a, mines was in it
In a different league, yeah, I'm playin' my division
Buy it for the low, sell it high, I swear it's simple
You don't want them hitters on your ass, pay your ticket
I'm tellin' you
N***as fake as hell and I ain't buyin' if you sellin' it
TSA been trippin', I can't risk it, back to mailin' it
I ain't lit the weed, Saks clerk say she smell that shit
Got my own money, Prince Akeem
Bad habits, fuckin' n***as' hoes, sippin' lean
Dress the glizzy up, longer clips with the beam
Before I hit the road for a show, flip a bean