[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Spanked him on camera, threw it on YouTube
Stupid lil' dumb nigga, now you on YouTube
If a nigga want beef, I'm gon' get to yappin'
Shoot you while you with your bitch then it's back to yappin'
Police pull up on me, I'm gon' get to yappin'
Police pull up on you, you gon' get to yappin'
We gon' get to yappin', we been on static
Semi-automatics, they gon' get to yappin'
We ain't with the chattin', you lil' niggas yappin'
If we catch you yappin', we gon' get to yappin'

[Interlude 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yuh (Ayy)
Oh my God, Ronny (Yuh)

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
First made her giggle my pickle, uh [Whoo!]
Then made her tickle my pickle, uh [Ding-a-ling-y!]
Metal on me like my pickle, uh
Ice on me just like my pickle, uh
Might buy a bike
And if I bought a bike, then I'm putting pickle on my pickle, uh
These niggas bite on my pickle, uh (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, baked potato on my face
Ain't no stains up on my potato, squeaky clean, fuck you say?
Peep them baked potatoes, no dentures please
Princess cut, no dentist, please
Say baked potato (Ayy)
Eight baked potatoes (Ayy)
Baked potatoes in the safe (That's right, ayy)
Potatoes for the phantoms (Uh)

[Interlude 2]
[Sped up "Babushka Boi" instrumental]

[Interlude 3: Rick Ross]
Yo (Maybach Music)

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
I was nominated, never won a Grammy
But I understand, I'll never win a Grammy
Lot of lives lost, but I never won a Grammy
Lot of lines crossed, I never won a Grammy
A hundred room mansion, never won a Grammy
Love makin' love, but never won a Grammy
Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they won a Grammy

[Verse 5: Blueface]
I used to shop off the LetGo (LetGo)
Now I go shop just to let go (Let go)
I ain't never had a bagel (Never)
Spent fifty thousand on a bagel
And it came with an bagel (Ooh)
Put a hole in a bagel (Bang)
Now he looking like a bagel (Bang)
How could I ever go broke (Never)
If Cash Money is the bagel? (Weirdo)
Bleed the block in a mini bagel (Yeah)
Like I came to fix the bagle
Man, ain't it a great feeling? Damn
Beat the odds, now I get paid for the bagel

[Chorus: Blueface & Offset]
Used to ride the bus down (Skrr)

[Interlude 4: Post Malone]
(—amn, ooh)

[Verse 6: Post Malone]
Mille, on my (Whoa, wrist, wrist)
Versace boxers on my dick (On my dick, damn)
Bud Light runnin' through my dick (Ooh)
On a yacht, 50 meters, it's dick (It's official)
50 carats on my dick
The roof go down when I hit dick (Ooh, bitch)
I money ball like Bradley Dick (Bradley Pitt, yeah)
I worked so hard for all this dick (All this shit)
Pumpin' out dick

[Outro: bbno$]
—touch me, sussy boy
Yeah, I heard you need a bandage (Skrrt)
Glance at my bank statement, think I really manage (Huh)
These chains a couple K', yeah, I do this every day
Let me pull up on your bae, I'm kinda cutthroat
Check my duffle, lady got a bubble
Boy she need a muzzle, better have a hus—