[Verse 1: KT Foreign]
One-twenty in a Porsche, feel like FasTrak
Ex bitch call my phone, I don't back track
I been out here gettin' money, what you mad at?
Ain't no money hangin' out, I got past that
N***as lookin' at me weird like I changed on 'em
I ain't change, I just ran up my change on 'em
Got fours, got money, and got a chain on 'em
Had to stay in my lane, I remained foreign
N***a I don't need no friends 'cause I'm poppin'
I get any bitch I want 'cause I'm confident
30 on me, wish you would 'cause I'm poppin' it
Real n***a, in the pen they be lockin' in
Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these n***as with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
Thirty-eight, no safety, no cockin' it
No shells, no L's, we just rocket ship
Steady slidin' on these n***as with these hockey sticks
It's either foreign or it's nothing, who you rocking with?
I was raised by tough love, I don't love shit
I seen family turn on family, I don' trust shit
Mini Uzi, double clip for that fuck shit
For a chain, lose your life, don't touch this n***a
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
N***as don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
N***as really poppin', bitch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' n***as really driving
Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in
And I'll really kill a n***a and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharaoh]
Word around the bay I brought Vallejo back
Bitch it's Nate in my wood, don't catch a heart attack
I never been a Crest n***a but I'm romped out
Speaking down on the chain and got slumped out
One V, hightop faded like I'm Ghandi
Ain't a n***a tax me, I'm wavy like Max B
Dummy, still go eighteen hundred
Get the fuck n***a fee, bitch run it
I came down too SD and I got the plug
Lil house ass n***a, you are not a real thug
You were scared when they slid, bitch I seen what it was
Kanye West, flashing lights when I bust, it's chain chains
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
N***as don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me
N***as really poppin', bitch we really poppin'
Fifty in the clip clip, knockin' n***as really driving
Bitch we really mob ties, bitch we really locked in
And I'll really kill a n***a and that's on my mama
I don't want no problems but I'm with the drama
On my unborn kids' future baby mama
Do a challenge with this Glock, that's a baby line-up
And you'll catch steady shots off of one dollar
N***as don't really want war with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Five, ten, fifteen bands in my pocket
Bitch I talk shit, I don't talk on topic
I don't trust you, I don't trust nobody
Bitch I don't want you, I just want your body
N***as don't really want war with me
That hammer with me, that throw with me
My main stay home and do chores for me
Just bought her a Glock, she gon' score for me