[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow
Murder what she wrote
We came through and took her soul
She want that di*k then she get boned
Rack city blowing dope
[Verse 1: Lonely Rich]
East coast spin on this sh*t lil b*tch
Why you talkin all that sh*t, all my n*ggas stay lit
b*tch I’m workin everyday, get the f*ck up out my way
You want b*tches in yo face i just want a new rafe
She wanna geek a lot, damn
Told that b*tch gimmie top, damn
Never can wife a thot, damn
b*tch I ain't hittin that, damn
Big Body what's your build boy
I’ll boy
n*gga need to find his chill boy
For real boy
b*tch I'm reppin crescents cause that sh*t a passion
Stone cold f*ckin killer keep the pistol clapping
Stupid b*tch wanna say her mans poppin
Get dropped quick no time for all that extra sh*t
b*tch you gotta go
Gucci on my toes
Pearl the blunt I roll
Lean and rock the show
b*tch I keep it cold with the flow
Shoutout CMA b*tch I'm runnin with a gang what