[Intro: Big Homiie G]
Woah
Dee, you poppin' your shit, n***a
I don't know where I'ma start
I'm just gon' start, I'm just gon' let the beat flow
Tick, tick, tick, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
I'm in Cali with my feet up, on that drank so I can't speak up
Bitch suckin' my dick up, if she bite she gon' get beat up
I won't take no disrespect from no ho'
I'm not crazy, bitch, I'm psycho
Diamonds hit up, like a light show
G, where you been? Hell if I know
Smoking runtz, head in the sky, ho'
She say she she sick of me, bye, ho'
Pull up in that skrrt-skrrt, watch them bitches stalk my bio (Yeah)
I can't go nowhere without my money or my iron (Nah)
Try me while I'm with my children, you must feel like dying (Dyin')
Tell me, why you wanna hate me?
Why you don't wanna see me shine? (Why?)
Why you on my dick? Why you always think I'm lyin'?
Why you in my business? Why you tryna keep up with me? (Why?)
Why you want a feature when you know this shit ain't free? (No)
Wafi did these pieces, boy, you know this shit ain't cheap (No)
Johnny did these teeth, whole lot of cheese for these VVs (Yeah)
I don't hardly be smilin', but my shit big when I say, "Cheese" (Cheese)
I don't really need a heart, Percocet and drank all that I need (I need)
Exotic blunt for my weed (My weed), bad bitch on her knees (Oh)
Tellin' me she love me knowin' damn well she don't love me
N***as always hollerin' 'bout what they gon' do, but never touch me (Nah)
See me and get nervous (Nervous), see me and start swerving (Start swervin')
[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo]
Bless, bless, bless, go
Bless, bless, bless

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Ridin' through Memphis with my feet kicked up
Maybach got Delta leg room
I'm on four hoes, even though the barber say "Just take a teaspoon" (No room)
Bitch lovin' me too soon, I link with her every blue moon (Sometimes)
Booked her and her friend, the same flight, back and forth in two rooms (Same time)
Spoilin' mine and Dog and they bitch, I'm not triflin', bitch, I'm toxic
Rollie gettin' off on my left wrist, spendin', splurgin', I can't help this
Weight some drink, still rock the outfit, way too fresh to switch this up
Fuck it, they can die together, all my opps been clickin' up

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Bitch, why you in my business? Why I still fuck with them chickens?
We tote Drac's instead of pistols, why my hood still call me Digger
Why my bitch the opps' sister? Why do vets still act like rookies?
If you can get the runts for cheap, then why you still fuck with that cookie?
Bitch, quit playin', we move grams, please fall back on my mans
I ain't never pointin' no finger, been in there sick
We was runnin' it up, we was fuckin' it up
He's back west, them fuckin' with us
Baby, I'm cool, I'm fuckin' enough
You keep cool, I'm takin' the trip, I'm takin' the butt
Two-six in my stash, test her ass, if you can't move, it's in my bag
12 can't catch, I kill all rats, Fetti been gone with an eye for the mask
Potato, no, we don't play those, look at my bae, though
Play her like Jado, young like me
Whole shit down, keep smokin' your weed
Shit cheap, know that
[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
My Rollie' don't tick, my fire, I'ma stick, lil' bitch from the South and she with (She with)
Her brother 'nem all in my business (All in my biz)
Don't discuss me if it ain't 'bout millions
Tick, yeah, I put your life a on a timer (Timer)
F.N. shot to the spinal (Spinal), cut your head, like line-ups
She on a PJ with her feet up, and a n***a scared to speak up (Yeah)
Bumped into him in public, he dropped his head when he seen us
Big CMG (Yeah), every n***a 'round me lit (Lit), every bitch around me thick (Thick)
Every boy I drop, it tick, eight house, it gotta go hard, that car drive sick
Everythin' I rock, a hundred-bun on a wrist
Everythin' I tote, got a hundred in the clip
I ain't frontin', I ain't tryna get to know no n***a
No bitch, if there ain't a hundred off the rip
I don't do challengers (Challengers), or Challengers (None of that)
Or none of that hustlin' backwards (Nah), I'm in the Cullinan
With sun-skin seats, a redbone freak, she an animal (Uh)
None of my watches be tickin'
All of my songs be stickin', I got it on at the kitchen
G.I.A. certified (Certified), all of my diamonds ridiculous (Pff)
I've never been with the gossipin' (Nah)
Hoppin' in Hondas, so bitch, stay the fuck out my business (Stay out)
I never needed a coded to handle my business, 'cause I never wanted a witness (Shh)
Tell that lil' bitch stay the fuck out her feelings (Feelings)
She ain't my girl, we ain't chillin' (Chillin'), I'm bout to go and kill 'em
That new deal I just signed with fifty-somethin' million