[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
All a this Rick got these broke n***as mortified
He tried to run up found out my crib is fortified
Big ass AR in his face make him run and hide
N***as is characters, Rigby and Mordechai
All of this pain in my life. bitch I gotta stunt
N***as in my hood they call me the chosen one
I drop a perc' in my drink and I go to work
Pussy be snitchin' so I gotta watch my words
He said these Rick Owens can’t fool me they Ksubi jeans
Wit' my bitch and yo' bitch and my dick is between
My bitches grown and yo' bitches be seventeen

[Verse 2: Caspr]
Two bitches on me, you know that ain't choosing me
The opps stupid, think that they foolin' me
They walk to the mall for some jеwelery
I walk in this house with somе Louie V
I put racks in the bag, and I'm doin' me
And I'm poppin' a perc' in a faucet
You gotta pay just to talk to me
Your girl, yeah she's gonna pay to get off of me

[Verse 3: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Pressin' these xans in my house wit' alprazolam
Fiends be so high they start doin' the running man
Said he got robbed from a boy, I don't give a damn
I got a plug and he look like George Lopez
He meet me with bricks and some p's at the motel
I robbed a n***a and he look like uncle Phil
My plug went to sleep and woke up I was trappin' still
Fiends coming back and it’s looking like silent hill
[Verse 4: Caspr]
Ha, grab her
Got your bitch, she wanna cha-cha
Don't deal with the talk and the ra-ra
Gotta a glick with no safety go fa-fa
I'm planning on spending that ah-ra
You can't hate if you sending the opps-a
Making noise and I know that you not hot
You talkin' shit, then we makin' his face drop
Sippin' on [?], I'm sippin' on straight drop

[Verse 5: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I'm on the dark web I’m ordering hella pills
Bust me a piece and finna pay hella bills
I sold a bag way before I had sold a rhyme
N***as be trappin' get caught and can’t pay the fine
Back in grade 9 I was servin' dimes
All of this ice in my watch I can’t tell the time
This ruger shoot bullets that's thick like your finger
We move that white girl in the city Topanga
Sipping on lean and its costing a n***a rent
Hop off a jet and pull up in a brand new Benz
I got a bunch of blue pills in my Prada bag

[Verse 6: Caspr]
Look at my mouth, she trust you where the water at
Lost all my benz and they rain out but got it back
Coach gon' be hussle so you know I never slap
Go to the top, and I swear I ain't comin' back
[Verse 7: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Whole lotta racks in my bank account
Said he was trappin', his trap hold a small amount
Choppa on me and that shit go like dooda-chooda
Suckin' my dick and she goin' like googa-googa
That n***a broke, he just a woulda, coulda, shoulda