[Intro: Uffy Lane Snyder]
I put my whole city on a bean
What they give me in return? shit, we 'bout to see
They wasn't tryna hit me at first, now they muthafuckin' mascots on the team
And my hair getting longer, Super Saiyan III in civilian fatigues
Girl, when exactly didn't you realize that these other rappers ain't fuckin' with me? Hold up!
Bitch! Hold my two Apple iPhones shit, I'm 'bout to pour up
Slut, I don't really give a fuck about what any y'all think of my love
Uffy, with his plug in the city she was born and raised in, I'm 'bout to blow up
I swear to God, I pray to God that shawty don't end up regretting this shit too much

[Verse 1: The Yung God]
Fuck your main bitch OTS, when I wake up, when I wake up
Off my mirror she snort them lines, in the same she fix her makeup
Making music till I die, poppin' beans I'm gettin' high
Gettin'-gettin'-gettin' high, sellin' drugs up on the side (up on the side)
I don't give a fuck, making noise, that heavy metal
In all black, TYG, high as fuck on Heaven's level
Noddin', bitch, I'm noddin' (uh!), not nearly high as them
I'm okay, they okay, smokin' A's, and K's, and M's
Slippin' in and out of consciousness
Sellin', got no common sense, I don't fear a consequence
They need us like oxygen, she just want a part of me
Bout to get a mask and strong-arm a fuckin' pharmacy
IPhone full of raps, iPhone full of contacts
IPhone full of naked bitches lookin' for them contracts
She just want them pills, pop three, smoke one
On a muthafuckin' norco, make me cum before I'm numb, uh
[Hook: The Yung God]
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main bitch on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
Fuck it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)

[Verse 2: Ylti]
I'm a dropout, I'm a pothead, I'm a loser
But, bitch I'm Ylti whoa, so I'll never lose her
Sky's a hoe, but I'm past that shit
And, everyone that say I ain't past that shit
You're always the one that brings it up
I'd rather roll one and never pass that shit
She used to be so live on Saturday night
I touch her butt, I'm Peyton Manning, she's Jeff Saturday... hike!
I got oil, Lucas stadium, Tony Grungy, see through you, atrium
I let her grow, she never spoiled, her pussy too hot but never boiled
But now I'm too hot, she left the stove on
The house burnt down cause of all the fire conversations
Ounce burnt down, we have a fire conversation
Don't count me out, don't count me out
I'm-I'm so high, she on the side my eyes are on the fuckin' prize
No longer on the fuckin' sky, I'm living too stoned, stuck in time
She show her tits like "please honk for us"
Yellows like a Tonka Truck
Hot Wheels logo to the weed (uh)
Make me go unconscious (uh)
High up like a monster truck
Smoke loud, louder than a monster truck
So, please buckle up, I don't wanna lose ya
[Hook]
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (yeah hoe!)
On the side
OTS (yeah hoe!), OTS (uhh!)
On the side
I move that work up on the side, hit your main bitch on the side
On the side
I get it, yeah, I get it
I'm with it, yeah, I'm with it, I flip it, then I spend it
OTS (yeah hoe!, yeah hoe!)
On the side, on the side
I move that work up on the side
OTS, OTS
Fuck it, they know how we ride (yeah hoe!)