[Intro: Pink Siifu]
Uh
Uh, uh
Queue the red carpet, cameras pan, lights
Slow walkin'
She said "there you go, talk yo shit" (talk yo shit)
Yeah baby, y'all need to chill, y'all need to chill
(Y'all need to chill so I can show you) talk my shit
Uh, yuh

[Verse 1: Pink Siifu]
They wanna fuck with the God and shalom
But they can't fuck with the green gators
I had to [?] follow my faith, take it
I love you but I love me more, that's the fair language
Food for the gang, it's like a banquet
The rent gettin' paid, I'm everybody favorite
This wine costs more than your [?]
Yeah, this wine costs more than your bitch naked
I'm playin', but she basic [?] n***a
Can't push a rope close, n***a
You see us in a car from afar with those n***as
I'm living, chillin' like I've nеver been
Still grinding, hands don't even spеnd, they never do
New watches that I've seen got time [?]
I don't drink drive, probably swerve, hit the curb
Remember that shit, remember that shit
Remember that, [?]
'Cuz they off them papers
I just wanna see the whole game save us
It's a [?] nation, it's that time, pour the wine
Pour the wine
[Verse 2: Chuck Strangers]
Pour the wine, yeah
Pour the wine
Wine took the pack from my pace
Demons giving chase
Blowin' dope, still face
Countin' up, gain the weight
That's how I wrote the shape(?), fuck you n***as tryna say?
Yo, wine took the pack from my pace
Demons give 'em chase
Blowin' dope, still face
Countin' up, gain the weight
That's how I wrote the shape, facts

[Verse 3: Peso Gordon]
The doors open on the industry
Victory is imminent
It's sweet like some fresh wounds opened on my enemy
The [?] of anointed souls
A hundred rose for the heroes now 'fore they dead and gone
Dipped in my emotional palette and got a yellow tone
Damn she had a hell of a smile on her, made me sing a song
Every time I told her I'm proud of her she would put it on
Never mind, my gray cloud comin', and now the sun is gone
I should've known
It would rain and if you got it out the soil like you claim you would've grown
An artificial plant that can't weather through the lows
Or a n***a that's gon' stand up through whatever, never fold
They legs weak, they ain't done a lot of steppin' and it shows
I'm the man that's finna brandish every weapon on my foes
Only strong in your comfort zone
I'm a ballerina
I don't panic, I be dancin' on my toes
Over glass, over water, over beds of hot coal
Come with cash because the game is to be sold and not told
Do the dash, never crash, swervin', dodging potholes
Lane to lane, trying to find a path that won't drive me insane
I know my gang proud
Already never held my hand out, always held my hand steady
Yeah
[Outro]