{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