[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, n***a)
(Damn, CR2, you made this?)

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
I just poured up some Hi-Tech, that shit expired
If you got your ID and a card, you just got hired
I heard that n***a working at McDonald's, he just got fired
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood, where a Bic lighter?

[Verse 2: Shaudy Kash]
Trap star turned rap star
Pull up on the whole block, they like, "Who in that car?"
Fuckin' on your ho twat, walk in, back arched
Boy, you n***as too behind, must've got a bad start

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Whole gang wet as hell, we lookin' like some scuba divers
Only thing I punch is drip, bitch, we be shootin' fighters
Got a hundred gadgets in this whip, I'm the new MacGyver
Twenty racks on me, but I'm still finna use the slidеr

[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy, she like, "Why you take 'еm on a chase?" Bitch, this car go fast
N***a think he finna slide this way, I be done parked your ass
7.62s, .308s, bro, your car won't last
No Jordan, ball like MJ, but I'll spark your ass
[Verse 5: TrDee]
Finna double back 'cause the piece hit like Pacquiao
Feel like Pooh Shiesty in the club, they ain't pat me down
Feds hit me up, like a mouse, I won't make a sound
I don't got no heart, boo, I'm in love with Ben Franklins now

[Verse 6: Cam Dinero]
Fell inside of Louis, I was in some Fendi shit
How you into takin' pictures and a n***a kit?
You would think I hang with Clay Matthews, n***as gettin' blitzed
We'll pool down in a Uber, get a n***a lift

[Verse 7: Lil Blade]
Must've got a bad part, you never play your role
I don't play the game, n***a rather play these hoes
Tried to take me out the game 'cause I be throwin' bows
Make a n***a bitch wipe me down like Lil Boosie song

[Verse 8: Siick P]
Ninety-nine percent of opps dead, they got germitized
Lando put a Arab on your head, get his turban tied
Me and and Ye had slid with the heat, they got burned alive
I'll put a Nazi on your head, I got German ties

[Verse 9: Prince Jefe]
My right pocket throwin' fours, shoes throwin' fives
Only thing on a n***a mind, which ho gon' drive?
Pour a six in a twenty-ounce, make it come alive
We gon' keep spinnin' 'round your block 'til somebody die
[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Flash on the Glocky, pull up shootin' like the paparazzi
We gon' give dog the Ricky treatment if we pop the shotty
Thirty-dollar Cookie in your 'Wood, that is not Biscotti
Fans know it's me, I had to tell the clerk to balaclav' me

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz