[Verse 1: kuru]
Bitch, I'm in the stu', poured up, we too lit, yeah
My brodie post up on a tee, he got five bitches
I walk 'round when it stop, we gon' give him stitches
I walk 'round, I'm with Zi, we gon'—
I walk 'round, I'm with Zi, we takin that Lyft
I don't fuck with none these boys, my shooter finna lift 'em
My brodie need a band, that's bet, okay, I'm finna gift him
I don't talk to none these boys, all my sons, ha
I don't talk to none these boys, think I'm one
I'm with Dorian, I'm geeked as fuck until I see the sun, huh
She just want me, I'm ain't tryna call her hun
Bitch, I'm closed, I can't rock with none these hoes
I'm with Dorian and Zion, we can catch him in the store
I'm with [?] in the trap
[?] thе store
I'm with OC, I'm with carna, we just hit the cart and go
Likе, I cannot rock with a Subi, that's an old whip
Took his cash, got them racks, he ain't even notice
I can't rock with this [Raf?], but you already know this
Think I'm losing focus, pop an Addy, now I'm focused
I'm always just running shit, I'm feelin' like the POTUS
My neighbor had a racist dog and his name was Otis
I need a racky for that feat' and if you cap, you bogus
I make my bands reappear like its hocus-pocus
[Verse 2: carna007]
Fuck a top ten, top five, top two, we number one
Bitch, I'm posted in the field like it's Top Gun
You can wave that shit around, you ain't gon' shoot nun' (Shoot nun')
Talkin' crazy, tell me I might shoot sum', huh
You ain't talkin' money, go and kick the boot, bum
Why you got my name up in your mouth just like a chew gum
Pop a X right to the face, I need to lose some
Take another blunt to the face, I think too much
Stand on top of business, take one and now I'm winning
I'm off that shit, I'm spinning
I'm making swag, I'm pioneering
Stand on-stand on top of business, take one and now I'm winning
I'm off that shit, I'm spinning
I'm making swag, I'm pioneering
I'm a top floor boss, I destroy, bitch I'm not lonely
Yo' bitch all up on me and she hit me, why she love me?
I've been movin' undercover, man, I gotta keep it lowkey, yeah
Bitch, I'm on the net, posted, that's why they know me
[Verse 3: FearDorian]
She told me she love me, she don't even know me
I was in the back, you ain't even notice
How I'm in my bag and you ain't—? (You ain't even)
How I'm in my bag and you ain't even focus?
She know where I'm at, but don't know where I'm going
You don't want problems, [?]
[?] like a cheetah
I broke in the game like a cheater
In the club throwing bands like a free throw
That's your girl, she's a freak
Walk up in the store and get everything for free
It's so nice being me
[?]
[?]
[Verse 4: zion]
And I'm riding in your city, turn up
And I can't fuck with your bitch, huh, cause she a bum
Yeah, I walk up in the function, I don't got no gun
But, we got hella ARPs, man, that shit look like won
I got red nigga, I got red nigga
Twin Glocks, Peter and the Pan, nigga, and the Pan
Talkin' that shit, boy, you a fan, nigga, you a fan
[?] the pack, don't do no grams, nigga do no grams nigga
I can't hang with ya
Walk down with the choppa, yeah it got a switch
AK-47, like a Beyblade, let it rip
He was talking all that shit, how he end up in that ditch
Broke ass nigga stay in Motel 6, while we up in that rich
In that 24, I'm from the 301
Bitch, I can't go nowhere without my fucking gun
