[Intro]
(Ooh, Fetti made this)

[Verse 1: EBK Bckdoe]
This bitch fucking up my mode, I can't think straight
You still got that booboo ass weed, that damn near fade
I was on the road with five bitches for like three days
You can ask them last niggas 'bout that freeway
Like aye, nigga, shoutout Richie Rich
This bitch got her hand but she ain't give me shit
Ain't nobody gave me shit when I was on the 6
She want Jimmy Choo and give me that, bitch, you gon' give me this

[Verse 2: SSRichh33]
Catch me bouncing out the load, Balenciaga toes
Nigga, this a full G man, this is not no ghost
If I can't get it out the bitch then I'ma kick a door
And you niggas still fuck with [?] and y'all know he told
Nigga, he is not hisself
Lil bro just caught another—shh, he ain't make no bail
Go and check the scoreboard, you niggas taking Ls
I know thеse niggas wanna smoke me but thеy never will

[Verse 3: Verde Babii]
Aye, but they not gon' do it
I know some niggas said that they gon' kill me but they not gon' shoot it
Why the fuck you flexing with that pole and you still ain't use it?
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her on to prostitution, aye
Sleazeball, I'm tryna turn her on to selling butt
You gon' fuck these tricks for couple bucks then you gon' fork it up
Aye, ain't no shooting from the load, we finna foot it up
I heard your lil brother in the county scared to knuckle up
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