{Verse 1}
Ayy, fifty b*tches on my dick (Brr, brr)
That b*tch mine like a diamond pick (Yeah, yeah)
Don't think you're all that if you not with the clique (No, no)
Runnin' through the trap and we sold a brick (Ayy)
Uh, bun him if he talk sh*t, got his family postin', "RIP"
Shorty coming over to slay the dick (Aye-aye, Captain R.J., haha)
Uh, released one song and now I'm gettin' clicks (Yeah, clicks, uh)
Is this track fire? Ya can give that box a tick (Tick, tick, tick, ayy)
{Pre-Chorus}
Ayy, trappin' in the east-coast, fighting through the cold wind
Came from the west-coast, expect me to know things
Crib up in the mountains, got my windows, they blowing
Seaside boy, I got cash and dough, sing