[Intro: Young Slo-Be]
(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up)
Ha, ha (It's the gang)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame (Ah), it's comin' from the pole
N***as always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (N***as broke)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n***a, put her on a razor when her meat roll
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap?
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back?
Ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
I ain't goofy, bitch, do I look like a duck-duck?
No bap, I see a sucker, I just up-up
All my n***as' cases hot, free the thugs, thugs
Psh, they some real spitters (One, n***a)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame, it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
N***as always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (Broke n***a)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n***a, put her on a razor when her meat roll (Dance)
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got thе strap? (At all, n***a)
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, bitch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Yeah, and you bеtter put your bitch up on a leash, she tryna fuck, fuck
Bad-ass bitch at the crib, I don't fuck sluts
Bitch, leave that nabby shit here, yeah, touch it
Yeah, bitch, if I let you in the crib, but not touch nothin'
Yeah, I'll quarterback the whole place, n***a, hut-hut
Yeah, grip potato on the barrel, bitch go putt-putt
Yeah, tired of all these rap n***as, they my sons-sons
Bitch ask me if I really love her, I'm like, "Nuh-uh"
Yeah, you got the lil' chain took, that must suck, thug
Big Glock hangin' out the, uh, these ain't nunchucks
Skinny-ass bitch, talkin' 'bout she want her butt done
Yeah, I just whip it out, she just get to suckin', I don't butt rub
So many straps in the crib, don't know what's what
Bitch keep callin', talk crazy, shut the fuck up
Me put some trust in a bitch? I ain't no dumb-dumb
Yeah, and when we slide with them, you better run, punk (Gang)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
I got a flame (Ah), it's comin' from the pole (I got one)
N***as always talkin' cash shit when they really poor (Broke n***a)
You drove two hours for nothin', tryna see the ho
Look, n***a, put her on a razor when her meat roll (Dance)
Ha, ha, could be a lot of racks
Look, Cudi, you ain't ah-ah-ah, why you got the strap? (At all, n***a)
Look, bitch, you ain't handin' nothin', why you call back? (My number, bitch)
Psh, ooh-wee, she tryna fuck, fuck