[Verse 1: tana]
Smoking 'thrax in L.A. on a yacht
Maison on, I don't care what you got
Call up 'giela. we might shoot at a opp
We get money, we don't care about no thot
Thirteen, I was servin' that rock
Fourteen now, they asked me to drop
Let me hold you, let me keep you on lock
(Let me hold you)

[Verse 2: Tr6vis]
XD on me, guarantee it's gon' pop
Four or five shots, yeah, his body gon' drop
Just like 2K, yeah, his ass gon' flop
I ain't talkin' [?] somebody go grab the mop

[Verse 3: Margielaa]
Yeah, sip too much lean, I might die off the Wock'
President in the trap, I feel like Barack
We put him up in the sky like a hawk
No Lil Uzi, this Glock finna pop

[Verse 4: Tr6vis]
He ain't go to the doctor yeah, his heartbeat stopped
Heard boom boom now, he can't see tomorrow
[?] my pants, they [?]
He kept talking he got put in the box
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