[Verse 1: Lil Guac]

Spitting fire like I got hot sauce in my mouth

You bozos clench your ass and shit shit out your mouth

Got some "diet" coke when I'm riding around town

You fuck around and get your face looking like a clown

Got the lean on my dick and it's going east

Head getting hungry, the squad's gotta eat

Shiva and Heatcheck bout to murda on the beat

Connected to the game we don't need wifi to compete

Gucci made me do it, empty out my bank account, so the squad can

Be on fleek ready to gun you down

Gucci


[Verse 2: Lil Cheez]

Walk in to Gucci these hoes getting smoochi

They want that good duchi, tryna get some bread

I'm hanging on by a thread

Been awake for a couple of days

Now i'm in a little haze

Tryna find different ways to

Swipe my ass with the faces of the nation

Don't call me to flirt like we in a relation

Got the ice in my veins

Now you got growing pains

Look at the wrist, Look at the chains

Got the diamonds dancing, prancing

I see you glancing, quick, I'm advancing leave you dancing

[Verse 3: N.G.]

They asked me for a verse so I gave them the reverse

*Incoherent rambling*



[Verse 4: Lil Guac]

I put the dough in the purse

She told me come back to me first

This thot's on the thirst curse

Jerking off that's worse

I'm not an alcoholic just a passionate professional, Committed not addicted let me show you how it's really done

Pour five shots down the gutter party's just begun

Grey Goose, girls loose, but I can never tell the truth, she wants me in the photo booth, I wonder if she has a clue, that

I wanna pick that fruit and grind it to a fruit Juice