[Verse 1: SosMula & 1 Shot Dealz]
(Mula) Ride around gripped up in the hooptie (Yup)
Presidential tint, n***as wanna shoot me (Fuck 'em)
I fuck with bad hoes, I don't fuck with doozies (Word)
I smoke straight sour, I don't smoke no loosies
Paper thick, bitch, you can call it loose-leaf (Cash)
Ten racks and crack money in the semi nudies (Yup)
YouTube views, your bitch a groupie (Bah)
B got the big H 'cause he did the Louis (Fresh)
Aw man, n***as had another drought
My n***as hungry then my n***as start dumbin' out
Heard you got it, then we runnin' in your mother house (Yup)
And if you don't, we'll still crack your fuckin' scalp (Sucka)
I can't believe coke is back, 40 up (Uh)
My n***a 60s, they just tell me 40 up (Rollie)
Cop killer shells, I'm a load a 40 up (Bow)
I'm a hustler, turn a dub into 40 bucks (Uh)
If I'm ran up, man, it's all birds (Yup)
Probably on the molly and some broad herb (Yup)
I swear these fucking bitches, man, they all birds (Uh)
So I just stick 'em like on d'Oeuvers

[Chorus: Shot Dealz]
Uh, no crows in the closet, bitch, it's all birds (All birds)
Stash box in the whips filled with all birds (Uh)
Bad bitches (Bitches), but they all birds (Yeah)
Pillow cases, sneaker boxes filled with all birds
No crows in the closet, bitch, it's all birds (All birds)
Stash box in the whips filled with all birds (All birds)
Bad bitches (Bitches), but they all birds (Yeah)
Pillow cases, sneaker boxes filled with all birds (Uh)