[Part I]
[Intro: Rico Nasty, Blueface, & Cordae]
Yeah
Yeah (Rico)
Yeah, yeah (Rico, Rico)
Yeah (Rico, ooh, Kenny)
[Verse: Rico Nasty, Blueface & Cordae, Rico Nasty & Blueface]
I ain't never asked for a handout
But I came up, now everybody got a hand out
I just got my truck on matte red
With a five-percent tint and them rims blacked-out
Every nigga 'round me gon' wait 'til I blackout
Put the pussy on him, make a nigga tap out
Just say where and my niggas pop-out
If you don't get the picture, we crop you out
They givin' out pussy like shout-outs
These lil' bitches live in my shadow (Woo<)
They see me in person and panic (Ooh)
My diamonds, they color of candy (Ayy)
I'm electric, shockin' these bitches like Pikachu
Don't run away from me when I run into you
It can get surgical, personal
Everything I do be goin' up, I'm on my vertical
Yes, I'm a girl, I go harder than niggas do
I'm in a, I'm in a
I'm in a Benz the same color of Fruity Loops (What? What?)
I count the dirties, been lookin' so beautiful (Wait, wait)
How is you hatin' on me from a cubicle? (Huh?)
My nigga— what? (Wait)
I got more money than you on my cuticle (Huh?)
When I pull up, all the bitches like "Aah"
Only leave the house when I'm pickin' up a bag
Got a short temper, don't make me mad
What?
Got a short temper, don't make me mad
[Segue: Cordae, Rico Nasty & Blueface, Cordae & Blueface]
Don't make me mad (What?)
Don't make me mad
Don't make me mad, hold on
Ooh
[Part II]
[Verse 2: Cordae & Blueface]
Uh, see, what's the cost of a dollar
When you don't have shit and you down upon your last bit?
And every moment past it makes you wonder what can happen
Sippin' Henny frozen, feelin' spaced out like a semi-colon (Semi-colon)
Made a million, life is really golden, but what's most important
When you hope for portions of a dope endorsement
Only hang with thoroughbreds, no broken horses (Ooh)
Cruisin' in the Mustang, like I must change (Must change)
Tinted windows, couldn't even hide the bloodstains (Ooh)
Fuck a bitch in luxury, she gave me plush brain (Plush brain)
Got no time for love games, got too much fame
The issue is, all the lies that's told, too habituous ('Bituous)
To the point where you don't realize what type of bitch you is (Bitch you is)
Your friendliest niggas' the envious niggas
Been that way since the beginning, 'til infinity, nigga
Everything is on the ups, but can he deliver?
I'll far surpass expectations, the stars amass
Life gon' be grand like my father's dad
Nigga, we gon' take that crown that you thought you had
I said, uh, dump my old bitch 'cause she was too basic (What? Huh?)
Now my new girl claimin' that I'm too racist (What?)
'Cause I don't really like green, only blue faces (Yeah, aight)
Whole outfit new, to the shoelaces, ugh!
They say that he so classy
But I just wanna be poppin' like Rico Nasty
[Interlude]
(—'Kay, we're recording)
[Verse 3: Blueface & Cordae]
Double-XL just went stupid
If he trippin', then he fallin', stupid (Woo)
Drop top Martin the Lawrence, my shit ruthless
I need a Kim Possible to play with my Rufus (Ugh)
Famous Crip, if I pulled up, then she blew it
Hate to be my ex-bitch 'cause she salty like some Lucas (Woo)
No time for nonsense, I need a deposit
I wanted to be rich instead of regular, so I left college (Fuck 'em)
I get paid the most just to do the least
I get paid to preach the word like a priest
It's easy, famous Crip, niggas could never be me
You forty, still workin', I spent forty on this Rollie
Ooh, sauce drippin' when I'm dressin' (Yeah)
Buzzer beater VVSs
Ain't text her back, but she still got the message
[Outro: Cordae & Blueface, Cordae]
Ooh, ow!
