[Intro: Scooby Stackz]
(What you wanna smoke, some zazas? I brought a 'bow out)
Come on

[Verse 1: Scooby Stackz]
Was trappin' out a zip, broke it down and went and bagged up (Uh-huh)
Beat your bitch, went and fucked her friend and one got backed up
Puttin' n***as in position, blessed 'em all to pass Trump
I'm on the Eastside coolin' and zooted with a strap tucked (For real)
Don't believe the hype, n***as be cap, shit be gassed up
N***a smokin' Blockwork to the dome, got a bad lung (Uh)
N***a went and thought he had the ups, that's a bad one (Never)
She got a waterpark, slip and slide, shit be mad fun (Yup)
Any problem, talk to the chop, I got my mask on
At the trap baggin' it up, could call the trap phone
Beat her doonies down with a bro, I broke her backbone
Yeah, she ain't bust at first, nah, I send her back home (For real)

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I been OT for two weeks straight, I wanna go back home
You know I had to look out for my mama, that's my backbone
He runnin' like this track, that's because his Track' gone
Don't make me push a button to the back if a n***a act bold
Yeah, if a n***a act wrong
Before the rap, was pushin' packs and gettin' Scats gone
Thought I broke my arm when I shot the strap because it cracked wrong
All your mans don't be your mans for real, watch that back door
Huh, the front door a no-no, come to the back door
This bitch got a whole n***a, but her shit smack, though
Bro put three-fives in the 'Wood, the whole pack gone
Go ahead and try to press me, get fapped on
[Verse 3: Scooby Stackz]
Press the button on this bitch if he act wrong
Man, I beat the block down and made a rap song
Bro said don't trip about that pape' 'cause the racks long (No)
I stay sippin' on this cup, man, this Act' strong (Uh)
N***a, he ain't thinkin' with his head, now his cap gone
She tryna argue, I'm tryna fuck, what's the facts, though? (For real)
She blew a n***a for a band like a saxophone
Then she went and brought her friend, had to smack both
Had to take a trip OT 'cause my trap gone
Dior, YSL, now it's Rick Owens
Threw the striker in sport, got this bitch flowin'
Not tryna sip on this drink, but I keep pourin'

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Huh, I'm tryna go to Chrome Heart, who gon' set up my appointment?
Don't blow me up before we fuck, bitch, that shit be annoying
That 308 too damn big, bro, I can't even point it
I need to clear that shit up in the A, I still can't be in Georgia
On the jet-skis with the hoes, I need to go back to Florida
Bro, this car just got stole, I can't keep back and forthin'
Sorry, it's already sold, I'm finna grab some more shit
I ain't arguin' that bitch, that shit not important