[Part I]

[Verse]
Yeah, Ferragamo white Tee
N***as OD, comin' through blastin' (Yeah)
Rick Owens my feet, too exaggerated, n***a stop gassin' (Yeah, yeah)
You ain't really like that, blow your city up, n***a start laughin' (Haha, let's go, let's go)
Yeah, n***as too goofy, beat a n***a ass, n***as old fashion (Yeah, yeah)
You are not goin' n***a, n***as not piped, DC everlasting (What?)
Reporting Live From The Gutta, n***as too lit, live broadcasting (Yeah, Yeah)

[Part II]

[Intro]
What? Woah, what? What?
Ayy, hahaha

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up
My n***as really found yo' crib and they posted up
Four sides in the back room on that dro shit
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro
I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho
It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (Gang)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck what he say, he gettin' peeled (Yuh)
You wanna race? A young n***a dipped
I'm in that P100, that's the deal (Yeah)
[?] he not from the Mill
By the time [?] he not from the eastside, you can get drilled
He really a big mouse [?]
I just got seven zeroes on my motherfuckin' check, bro
I'm really cashing out, my Chinese bitch gon' whip a n***a eggroll
This lil' bitty bitch got blessed (Yes, sir)
You better knuck if you buck
Lil bitch, it's up, a n***a said so
[?] venom plate fuck what a n***a say
Can tell he been afraid {?] on the interstate
You ain't come from [?} out the way they like "There go Daij"
Like hold up, bitch, get out my face, sheesh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up (What?)
My n***as really found yo' crib and they posted up (Skrrt)
Four sides in the back room on that dro shit
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch (What? What?)
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro (Boom-boom-boom)
I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho
It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (What? What? What? What? Donny)
[Verse 2]
I don't gotta trip 'bout no check 'cause I know that I'm really up (Yuh)
Go ask Brandon, we just made a milli', huh (Let's go)
We in Hollywood hills, what's the dealie, bruh? (Yuh)
Like if there's a list of the greats, I'ma be on it
I got a brand new black ‘Cat with a D on it
I got these VVS diamonds right up on my motherfuckin' neck, watch a young n***a ski on it
And she keep crawling back, I just fuck and that's that
I'm in the stu' and I'm smoking on thrax
Hellcat all black, bitch, yeah, hold up, get back, bitch (What?)
You taking my style? Give it back, bitch
And my bitch, she a shooter she a classic
I'm a bad kid, I need me a bad bitch, facts, bitch (Woo)

[Chorus]
Hold on, posted up (What?)
My n***as really found yo' crib and they posted up (Skrrt)
Four sides in the back room on that dro shit
Ain't no surprise, I'm in the bathroom smokin' dope, bitch (What? What?)
Yes, bro, take a guess, bro, hit yo' head, bro (Boom-boom-boom)
I'm next, bro, go check my escrow, that's easy flex, ho
It don't matter if you got a motherfuckin' vest, bro
This headshot just pop him in his face, that's instant death, bro (What? What? What? What? Donny)

[Outro]
Yeah, pop him in his shit
Back on my shit!