[Intro]
Hey, kids (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Yeah)
You feel alright? (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Black Fortune]
I was trappin' out a daycare, sellin' zaza out a diaper
Took my Draco out my Scottish kilt, I feel like Roddy Piper
Straight drop got my whole mouth numbin' up like I got gingivitis
Bitch, I call my gun corona, bullets sprayin' like a virus
I'ma catch an opp, then spit on them and leave 'em where I found 'em
Detectives found my DNA from stickin' swabs in my salivia
My bitch caught an UTI from stuffin' crack in her vagina
Them bullets turn his body blue like Marty from the Big Fat Liar
Uh, why do fools fall in love? I feel like Frankie Lymon
I know all my bloods fucked up like they got hepatitis
Shoot that blicky, my wrist gettin' stiffy, I got arthritis
Pop up on 'em with my mask on, I feel like Michael Myers
[Verse 2: Big Flock & 3OhBlack]
All my opps havin' nightmarеs, I think I'm Freddie Kruegеr
ARP'll make a nigga lift when I hop out that Uber
I was reefin' one day and I robbed a nigga for a QT
Seen him the next week and then I dapped him up like I ain't do it
Uh, beef with Flock, is you stupid? Uh
I'm the mack, Frank Lucas
The feds, they had me in the box like a Rubiks
Callin' my shooter up, nigga, he shoot shit
Pull up with Fortune, keep talkin' this Ossh shit
I'm 'bout to take me a flight to the max
Sippin' on Jaguar, this ain't Act'
Smokin' on rapper, I'm high as a jetpack
Swerve got caught for a body, ain't tell that
Lookin' for EDD cards, where the mail at?
I wan' press a nigga, I inhale that, uh
Really, where the scale at?
Bruh innocent, where the fuck is his bail at?
New ten milli', the fuck is the shells at?
It's 3 p.m., where the fuck is the sales at?
Uh, might do a hit in a Hellcat (3Oh)
[Verse 3: 3OhBlack & MoneyMarr]
Brody feel like Mike, I feel like Jason in this bitch
Cut a nigga head off like I'm Haitian in this bitch
Land at LAX, I told my plug to get me that Bentley coupe
Drive to Long Beach, I feel like Snoop, let me get some gin and juice
Psych, don't drink no gin, drinkin' tequila, golden jaguars
Two hundred on the dash, I whip that bitch like it's a NASCAR
Surrounded by some stars, turned a nigga to a ghost
I wet your block up, hydroplane, and watch the Bentley float
I bagged a bitch at Papa Johns, she said the pizza hittin'
I'm out this bitch with scammers, brody said the pieces hittin'
I'm one of Southside's finest, made a million dollars rhymin' (MoneyMarr)
Paid twenty for my 3Oh piece, your bitch kissin' my diamonds (Uh, let's go)
[Verse 4: MoneyMarr]
I'm so rich, feel like I was born in Dubai
Young CEO, who the fuck I'ma sign?
I feel like DaBaby, I fill 'em with vibes
I don't even try, your bitch on my line
I look to the left, she bendin' it over
I look to the right, got her friend on my shoulder
That fifth gon' hit like a big-ass boulder
Shit ain't changed, just got a lil' older
Jump out, slide, we gotta go
I'm in LA, need sticks for the low
VVS diamonds, she got glow
Tired of these young niggas stealin' my flow
Scatpack tires on the whip gon' burn
Got stuck in these streets, I had to learn
Ain't fuckin' with thot hoes, that shit germ
I'm sendin' a hit on a nigga like Worm
Slide, slide, slide, slide
Ain't fuckin' with gang, you ain't 'bout to slide
Me and 3Oh got a drop on they ride
Flock gon' hang out the whip, I'ma drive
[Verse 5: Goonew]
Bitch, I'm Goonew, bitch, I'm ready to kill somethin'
I'm in my jam, and I'm poppin' the pills, bruh
Catch me a vic', go and hit me a lick
Give me that lip, give me that knee
I got bitches, yeah, way overseas
I got a hundred rounds on the seat
I got a bad bitch from the D
I'm in the S, R, and a T, uh
Niggas don't really want bro, uh
Put his lil' ass in the trunk
Ran out of shits, got hit with a pump
Micro Draco, bitch go dumb
Look in my pocket, bitch, it's a lump
Carseat gang, nigga my son
Don't play no games, 21 skunk
It's down, set, your bitch wanna hut
Uh, it's too cold, bitch, it's ice on us
Come get your bitch, she tryna fuck
I pull out bands, she stuck on stuff
Got too many racks, but that shit ain't enough
