[Intro]
(Sossa)
(Digital Dior)
(Ooh, Kilo, you made this?)

[Verse 1: DaBoii & D_Shaun]
Pull up and— yeah
Pull up and drop eighty-one like I'm Kobe Bryant
Yeah, I told her take that shit off 'cause I don't like it
Yeah, take the— like a champ, baby, don't fight it
Yeah, and I don't even need the strap, I'll go fight him
One DaBoii, two bitches, yeah, they both like him
Put that n***a in a ditch, n***a, go find him
And this another nine milli', this the four-five one
Heard you be [?] like them foreigns and you don't drive one
Worker and a boss, I get both jobs done
Yeah, lil' n***a, yeah, but I'll beat your pops up
Always rappin' 'bout the straps, n***a, go [?]
Bitch'll do anything for a ring, she like KD
You need to give that trap shit up, don't got eight fiends
Glock turn him to a platform, n***a, SayCheese
We don't put no grams in the 'Wood, this an eighth
Yeah, I hop in the booth and burn it up, where the AC?
N***as talkin' 'bout some real racks, showin' fake cheese
Bitch, if I was a character on that game, you couldn't play me
If Tron up that big, bet he turn him to a baked bean (D_Shaun, n***a)
[Verse 2: D_Shaun]
These hoes for everybody, they pick and choose
Choosin' to go against me, you picked to lose
The fifties is pink, I like all my strips in blues
I hit and I quit, then dip, the bitch confused
I couldn't trip over a bitch with two left shoes
He was tryna get put on, got put on the news
These n***as wanna clout chase and ride my wave
If you wanna ride a wave, don't get on the cruise
Bitch wanna come hang, I ain't talkin' a noose
Say she wanna ride the train, I caught a caboose
[?] friends beefin' with the best 'cause it's bangin' 'em loose
I heard you n***as got checked, I ain't talkin' a swoosh
I heard you n***as got pressed, I ain't talkin' the juice
How you claim to be a villain but really a goof?
A bunch of Mickeys in the room when they ask for the truth
Disney must've offered you the deal way you singin' them tunes
N***as ain't who they say, that was impression
Like two Shaqs on the sole, bitch, I'm big steppin'
Talk a bitch out her drawers, I be finessin'
Told her we can fuck all night long, gave her ten seconds
I'm a finesser
Told her give me one more try, I could do better
I didn't do better
Got finessed two times, she should've knew better
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Bitch, I'm in the spaceship gettin' lude
Bitch, I'm in the spaceship gettin' loose
Wintertime, gotta go and pick a Goose
Grab the moose knuckle too, bitch, I just pick and choose
Why they mad at me? I'm just in this bitch gettin' blues
So many blues on my thigh like it's gettin' bruised
Me, D Boii, ten hoes squished in the coupe
Why you ain't got a whip? You still gettin' scooped
Got a mug on my face, I done spilled my juice
Put a bitch in the blender, that's a finish move
Pull up on your bitch, that's a drill, boy, I'm finna screw
I'ma be forever lit 'cause they feel the truth
Fuck the standard, got a fully
Why you cuff that lil' bitch? She poppin' pussy
Only zaza, not the cookie
Caught a buzz of the Wockhardt, I'm not with Woody
Touched down in San Fran, that's my second home
Tryna slide and kill rats like the pest control
Sick doggy got lucky 'cause his vest was on
You know what it is, we gon' full-court press for sure
Up the lemon squeeze and we gon' turn him to a veggie
Unky in the mink, that is not a Pelle Pelle
Why the fuck you actin' high? You blowin' petty Reggie
Punch green, when it turn 3, boy, the tele ready