[Intro]
(Damjonboi)

[Verse 1: Fordio & Prince Jefe]
Shit, hella miles on the rental tryna pull loads
I was taught to play it cool all up in the stores
I told Fordi swing the fifty, we do given goals
This shit too strong, don't use the Magic Bullet, they'll overdose
Codeine probably damagin' my kidneys, still sip some more
I took the money I made off a tenthy, went and bought a coat
I keep it 'round for the load, my unky still play with dope
Duckin' the alphabets, servin' X and O's
Hella miles on the rental tryna pull loads
I was taught to play it cool all up in the stores
I told Fordi swing the fifty, we do given goals
This shit too strong, don't use the Magic Bullet, they'll overdose

[Verse 2: TrDee, Certified Trapper & Fordio]
Swing the chopper like a bat and knock you out the park
Doggy talkin' 'bout that he be ballin', but don't even start
Eight-seventy-five for my shoes, yeah, these bitches hard
Plenty 7.62s in this bitch, watch it hit his car
Bad bitch could be in a movie, she from overseas
'Wood full of 'za, hell nah, I ain't smokin' Breeze
[?][0:48] lookin' Japanese
I could never give a fuck about no n***a that was after me
[Verse 3: StanWill & BabyTron]
I'm too focused on my motion, I leave bitches dizzy
Leave 'em soakin' in that ocean, boy, this shit get fishy
Leavin' outta Mississippi, tryna get to Indi'
For that paper, we'll up the wood and put 'em in a spliffy
Like, tuh, they be snakin', I can hear 'em hiss
Got a fear of Tris, I take my Quagen, do experiments
Peep through mirror tints, I think 'bout $cam when I'm on Puritan
Almost missed my flight checkin' the stick, thank God that CLEAR exist
They think I'm clockin' in, how much I be at Neimans
Blessed me with that neck because my neck, but these ain't Jesus pieces
Never could I simple-mind it, gotta think strategic
You ain't never popped out fresh on us, you just be rinky-dinkin'

[Verse 4: J1Hunnit & MJPAID]
Fifty-cal on a swing-arm mount create paraplegics
Handicap symbols in my denims that I got from Neimans
[?][1:30] hell yeah, I'm chiefin'
Lil' bro be failin' all his tests, but he in there geekin'
Chokin' the handle on the 'bow tryna shake the sifter
Talkin' to the dope like jump back, I'm a baby whisperer
Free the bitch with bomb head, shit, I low-key miss her
Feel like Khloe with the Drac', 'cause I ain't leavin' Tristan