[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse 1: Since99]
Seeing dead people on my feet, I step exclusive
Always hiding on the web, you stay reclusive
Said she wanna give neck, I can't refuse it
A lotta hoes act toxic, air pollutants
Professor 99, really you just a student
Put a presi' on my wrist like Calvin Coolidge
Feds need to free Tay, he just be coolin'
Super smash hoes in the bed, I King K. Rule them

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Like some kneecaps, n***as got me bent
Mr. Play My Role with a bitch, used to be a simp
Glock got twenty in it, but it came with Shawn Kemp
Hеater gotta stay on me, give a fuck about thе temp
Hold on, that's your bitch? Boy, I hope not
Woke up getting money, caught the package in my flip flops
We was getting money, you was busy making TikToks
Let me say the word, it ain't shit for them to spin blocks

[Verse 3: Since99]
Triple S stepping, fuck that, they can kick rocks
Chains on my neck stone cold and the Benz hot
​iPhone 11 rose gold with a hotspot
Think his ass harder than Durant 'cause he team hop
Goddamn, he switching sides
I'ma have a whole mugshot if he mention mines
Whole quarter pound of the 'za, you copped a dime
Really think he talking out his neck, no, he ain't fried
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
I just blew a dub at Saks Fifth, I'm scared of me
I think I heard the money whispering to me, "Can you marry me?"
Can't stand y'all broke asses, someone pass a chair to me
Riding through the hood, it's like Iraq, I can barely blink
Nike windbreaker make the whistle when the air hit it
Knew she was broke from her toes, but the hair did it
Feel like Superman with this punch, up in the air with it
Unky twitching in the kitchen, boy, he hittin' squares, trippin'

[Verse 5: Since99]
Ho was too easy, I fucked her off an Usher budd
Put a spike on my fist, boy, better knuckle up
They gon' try and run and [?] better huddle up
Fuck an algorithm or some bots, run some numbers up
Tron, TrDee, StanWill, professional shitters
Make a quick twenty-four-flat, professional sprinter
Bitch, we 'bout bread, stack loaves like Jeffery Renner
Fuck a doorknob or a lock, we break and enter

[Verse 6: StanWill]
How the fuck I'm fly as hell? I ain't go through TSA
Need a Bay bitch? Hell nah, I just need some face
If I let the chop sing, get him Anita baked
Bitch think I'm Neil Armstrong 'cause I need some space
Wave the stick around like a fairy godparent
For Halloween, I'ma be a scammer, I might Moncler it
If it ain't Yeezy or Balenci', I will not wear it
Made a MILF pick my package up, bitch, that's not Karen
Run around with big splash, I'm a cannon boy
Broke what? Broke where? Bitch, that ain't Stan at all
Head so crazy like, bitch, I can't stand at all
Funny how this Glock hittin' folks, I can't dance at all
Spray his ass like some Windex
That's 'bout a twenty ball if I take ten steps
I can get him gone off a point of my index
Raise the bar on these n***as like I bench press