[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
I ride with it (W4ddles, you genius!)
Still keep that nine on my side with it
Had a gun in a shootout, you hide wit it
Thats your problem , What you wanna get high with it
You keep on taking pictures with that little bitty gun
You gun fuck round an die with it
New Murcielago , butterfly doors
What you niggas need, know the trap neva closed

[Verse 2: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Cubans at both of the doors
I keep it player they play with they nose
Plug just came in with a load
Too late to get it its already sold
Niggas dry snitchin don't stick to the code
I fly with my VVS , I rose on my gold
Got it on my lap , I don't keep it in the console
Backwoods 3.5, I'm rolling gelato
Cartier see all that fuck shit, nigga
Catch me a body on defense nigga
12 hit the door i ain't see shit nigga
Trapped out apartments i came out the cement nigga
Dope in the cabinet an we serve out the kitchen
Told me give hugs not drugs i ain't listen
No love in the streets i don't love these bitches
Im going OT, take I it to memphis

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
I be in my trap house 24/7
At the front and the side door with the mac 11
Serving crack rocks from hell, send a dope fiend to heaven
Young dog keep it strapped, doing everything but telling
He'll rob your lil nigga, take what he selling
Ima fuck your bitch cause i heard that u jealous
Ill bust your shit you keep looking at my fellas
Ill spin this chop clip look like propellers
My main bitch caramel , her best friend vanilla
Sippin purple, spinning green, and my percocets yellow
Blocboy a crip ima blood from the nellas
Hoodrich hood and im good just like him
I shoot the strap at any nigga tryn fight him
Gotta keep 100 round on us, whole gang icy

[Verse 4: BlocBoy JB]
Gloc 19 and I'm good w ith the AR's
BlocBoy be the painter yeah i pull up and i spray cars
Your baby daddy still got a day job
We be in the trap whipping dope till it hit hard
AR-15 , no .22 Tec
And the smith, i got .22 but i don't run a [?]
I got bitches up in Brooklyn like i play for nets
Why you shoot him in the face, that nigga played with the set
Hit a nigga in the face with the gauge make a mess
Fill a nigga up with the lead like I'm taking a test
Throwing bullets you like Dez Bryant waiting on a catch
By any means Imma get mine nigga that's a bet

[Verse 5: HoodRich Pablo Juan]
Paper cuts, counting that money all day
Who is that, answer the door with the K
I fly to LA then I drive to the bay
I buy 100 bands, I get 50 on my face
Don't go to the club , all my niggas in space
I need prescriptions I signed up for medicaid
Trapped out I don't even know no other way
Brown and white, they talkin hand out that bombay
Just added stones to my cartier's
I put Christian Dior on and it ain't even sunday
I make her eat it up entrée
I sold that dope to my auntie

[Verse 6: Sada Baby]
I got rose gold on my front teeth
Let my chopper take care of that one beef
Yo' gang 12, 21 jump street
I won't give a bitch nothing she fuck me
Send him up to god, he bummy
I will send him to his grave he asked for it
I dump this bitch at the task force
Allie-ooped that bitch off the glass board
I got bop sticks on the sideline they loaded
We drop shit, do it all the time they know it
Thot bitch acting like she mine, I don't know her
I ain't taking selfies with no hoe, can't expose me
VS1 chain on, you should do the rosery
White bitch snort top side give that hoe a nose bleed
Bussin down back woods at the pistons game floor seats
Swore every time I shoot, that bitch ain't got no D