[Verse 1: Twelvyy]
45 for the thrift store
Gotta AK need clips for
Gotta bad b**h need tits for her
She a road trip I'll flip for her
See Rosé from the fifth floor
Got Three C's like Rick Ross
Like Calico that criss cross
Crushing trips just to clip talk
Your b**h lost I'mma big boss
My b**h boss that sh** cost
I'm in court with that Pitchfork
That hot I send for
Can't ignore young big dog
Better copy that like 10-4
This Mob sh** get sinful
This squad sh** get sinful
From [?] I been raw
I big body I can dog
I spray sh** like O-Dog
I curve sh** like "no dog"
Y'all soft sh** like slow songs
Y'all so gone
Sayonara like so on
It's so on n***a
I'm so gone
[Interlude: Twelvyy & RetcH]
[Verse 2: RetcHy P]
Like
Uh, yo
Two ounce that's one cup
Three xans, like ten blunts
Noddin' out at that stop light
Doin' d** tryna stop life
I'm smokin' big dope in a fast whip
If I see them lights flash yeah I'm smashin'
I bought twelve percs and sold my brother five
This whip [?] with my n***as so I blessed the squad
I had one I think I lost it might have give it away
I ain't leavin' save [?] for a rainy day
When Actavis stopped that sh** broke my heart
The world as I knew it, it just fell apart
But now I just mix the cream with the Tech though
Foreign model with ya b**h bumpin' techno
n***a and never was that ever valid
Type of n***a go eat and just order salad
I'm on so much d** I could f**in' die
I'm so xanned up I couldn't even twist the La
And I really wanna do is f**in' smoke
Count money in my drawers probably on a boat
Have ya mommies slurp me down
Who you know do a show then go and work a pound
What's poppin' who you know
And I might sell it all in eighths
Then hit the road do a light lil thirty dates n***a
Catch me somewhere you ain't n***a