[Verse 1: Lil Wop]
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
Your baby daddy broke, get his funds up, ayy
If you with the shits, better put your guns up, ayy
I'm gon' make him fall down if he run up, ayy
Your bitch is passed around like some nunchuks, ayy
I be geekin' off the Xans but I'm up, ayy
Runnin' up that bag I need that guap I need them bucks, ayy
Gucci on my toes and Versace on my trunks, ayy
Wop ain't friendly, yeah my gun is all I trust, ayy

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Nigga, get down, lay down
Nigga, stay down, nigga, don't play 'round
Sit down, or we can get down
Pussy boy, get down, yeah, lay down
Choppa by my side, homicide, do or die
You and I, who am I? Trippie Redd, bitch
Yeah, she off the capital C (C)
Off the capital O (O)
Off the capital K (K)
Off the Capital E, that coke, okay now
Talkin' that shit you get hurt
Talkin' that shit you get murked
Put a nigga on a shirt
Put a nigga in the dirt
Diamonds they shinin' like brr
Talking that "Bird is the Word" (Ayy)
All that bullshit for the birds
Diamonds they shinin' like brr
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