[Intro: LilCJ Kasino]
(Meezy808, spin that shit)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Big CJ, man
Y'all know what the fuck poppin'

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Bitch, I came from the slums, servin' bums
Used to stand at the store 'til we got us a traphouse
Whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out
Used to be broke, bitch, we havin' them racks now, ayy
Load up the sticks and we purgin'
I keep a thirty on me, I'ma step back and shoot just like Curry
Don't make me nervous
Fuck 'round and flip 'em, the shit that I sip, it be thick as detergent
Go against gang, we gon' kill a bitch
We won't stop spinnin' until that lil' nigga get buried
This F&N part of my drip
I'ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin', ayy
Last nigga playеd with the gang, did him dirty
Trapper turned rappеr, but still, I be servin'
Bitch on the road with them bricks in her Birkin
Lil' bitch, I'm a boss, I came far from a worker

[Verse 1: Bigg Unccc]
Uh, uh, young trap nigga, hell nah, ain't no worker
Price on your head, you turn me to a searcher
Uh, pull up on your block, let the thirty-round burst you
I let the chopper sing, I don't need rehearsal
I'm in the trap and I'm sippin' on purple
You sippin' grape, boy, you slow like a turtle
I pop me a Perc' and get geeked like Steve Urkel
I'll wipe off his cousin and text "Family matters," but hell nah, I'm not Steve Urkel, uh
Hell nah, I'm not Steve Urkel, uh
5.56 make your ass jump a hurdle
I'm choppin' your bitch, she a squirter, uh
Same young nigga that's workin' that first forty-eight
Spin on your block, I ain't catchin' no case
High-speed chase, get away, they ain't catchin' the plates
I'm smokin' on hemp to the face

[Verse 2: LilCJ Kasino]
We get the drop where he stay
We sendin' opps outer space
We spin a block with no chase
I got it locked in my state, ayy (No cap)
We ride around with the K
Ain't trustin' no thot, she a fake
Ain't poppin' out 'less I'm gettin' paid
Might pop you, I ever feel played
Keep a Glock in my pocket on stage

[Chorus: LilCJ Kasino]
Bitch, I came from the slums, servin' bums
Used to stand at the store 'til we got us a traphouse
Whip the dope in the pot, beat the pack out
Used to be broke, bitch, we havin' them racks now, ayy
Load up the sticks and we purgin'
I keep a thirty on me, I'ma step back and shoot just like Curry
Don't make me nervous
Fuck 'round and flip 'em, the shit that I sip, it be thick as detergent
Go against gang, we gon' kill a bitch
We won't stop spinnin' until that lil' nigga get buried
This F&N part of my drip
I'ma up off the hip and then hop in a rental, we swervin', ayy
Last nigga played with the gang, did him dirty
Trapper turned rapper, but still, I be servin'
Bitch on the road with them bricks in her Birkin
Lil' bitch, I'm a boss, I came far from a worker