[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
Turn me up a couple notches, haha
Tell them hoes I need a couple options
They know I came to get it started
We still trappin' out of private projects (Yeah)

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these n***as broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, but I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these n***as, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (Woo)

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
I came in with the squad, I came in with the go (Woo)
She can slide here every time, she gon' do it like a pro (Grrah)
Tryna ride out, go off the radar, nowadays I like being remote
I don't fuck with these n***as at all, I'm prayin' for keeps like I'm L'A Capone
You could go do, go do better (Yeah)
Keep your head on clutch, n***a, keep your head up
I think I been doin' too much, yeah, I been way too fed up (Way too fed up)
Hedi Slimanes, these YSL, these leopard print Margielas
[Bridge: Lil Tecca]
You know just what I feel, I hate it when it show
When you get vu jà dé, think I been here before
Know why I love your page, 'cause you don't even post
Yeah, I been had trust issues, can't let 'em get too—

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I drink a lot of juice, I smoke a lot of smoke
But don't believe the hype, I know these n***as broke
I came in with the gang, I left out with the—
They wanna try the beast, but I can't let it go
Put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous
I couldn't be out here like these n***as, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin (Woo)

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You know I got milli's up, I give your bitch a band (Wait)
All the talkin' on the net, I caught him and he ran
Bitch, we really in the field, I'll put you in the stand
Oh, yeah, like the drill, I been cookin' with my head

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Put-put your back in it, hop out with the racks and shit
I been callin' shots and whackin' shit
She clean it up, miraculous (Ah)
I couldn't be out here like these n***as, they whack as shit
Close your eyes, count to ten
Runnin' racks and make it spin
[Outro]
(Bugz Ronin, he gon' run it up)