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[Intro]
Lil Rece produced it (Lil Rece produced it)

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Product of the motherf*ckin’ g-a-m-e (G-a-m-e)
In my city, no security, n*gga, f*ck do you mean?
You ain’t got to play this sh*t, you a b*tch anyway
Sold it off moowops (Yee hee), weed, and yay (Uh)
Bounced out so clean, b*tch had to choose (Man)
Never really fixin’ sh*t, but I packed the tool (But I packed the tool)
When I pull out my .50, I act a fool (Numbers)
Sideways through the Point (Err), Molly G, what it do?
And this plate bussdown, it got crabs and sh*t (It got crabs and sh*t)
If you ridin’ dirty, don’t smoke in the whip (Numbers)
Don’t make you a b*tch, n*gga, that make you smart (Make you smart)
Stay on your toes (Stay on your toes), dodge the narks (Dodge the narks)
Real street n*gga, you can tell by the lingo
Top down, pearl white, six, I’m on Pico
Used to live on enkos, paper like Kinkos
Three-thousand dollars for the Burberry peacoat
Stuntin’ is the usual (Usual), lil n*gga, who is you? (Who is who?)
Plottin’ on a m-ball (M-ball), but I need a few
Thirty motherf*ckin’ days, tryna stacks these f*ckin’ leis
Chips (Chips), dip (Dip), basically you got to pay me
Choppa lined ‘em up, like the barber D. Rose (Good job)
In a concierge (Damn) weed smoke on my clothes (Ooh, numbers)
You n*ggas fake, weird, I can’t f*ck with bro (I can’t f*ck with bro)
You n*ggas way too old to be this broke (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It’s been a lot of interceptions, we gon’ need a private jet (Need a private jet)
What’s next? They got houses in the Hill, private chef
Eatin’ good, told the b*tch slide through for the neck
Like a jail call, b*tch, I collect
Both cellphones ringin’, and it’s all for a check (Check)
‘Bout to knock a teacher b*tch (Ooh), just to f*ck her on the desk (Good job)
If I text back quick, baby, you blessed (Blessed)
Sexy ass b*tch (Yeah), all she know is finesse, numbers
[Bridge: Larry June]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Shh, shh, shh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Goddamn, sock it to me)

[Verse 2: Chezi]
In the ocean, on the equator, I’m hot as a sauna (Freeze)
Biggest shark in the water, call it Tommy Bahama (Ugh)
Twinkle-twinkle on my wrist, this sh*t cost me a dub (Ooh)
Dude was supposed to blow up (Ooh), but I forgot he a dud (Chezi)
That was Texas with the blues, runnin’ plays like I’m Zeke (Yeah)
When I bust vacuum seal, the whole kitchen was stinkin’ (Shh)
Play dumb, I listen twice as much as I speak (Shh)
Came a long way from washin’ dirty clothes in the sink
Get your money, make it rain, they gon’ hate for no reason
Went and bought a Burberry coat with a hood for the season (Freeze)
Had to bust it day and day, go [?] with Easy
I ain’t from the wood, but I’m chargin’ fifteen a feature
I’m a different kind of n*gga, I still sweat when it’s cold
I f*ck with Kim Danh, all my letters is gold
I think I love this b*tch, she hella thick with a bag (Bag)
Damn, I almost got caught up, I had some hair on my pants
This paper got me focused, I don’t need to pop Adderalls (Freeze)
This a magazine, I’ll give you a catalog
Been around the world, pack talkin’ my travel log
Even though some people changed up, I ain’t mad at all
Don’t talk reckless on my phone, it’s a elbow
I just hit the shop, said I’m lookin’ for a elko
In the streets – Elmo, why you tell, bro?
I got stripes, but these Off-White's, these ain’t shell-toes
The way these verses set up, it get biblical
Hit me like she want a second chance, yeah, that’s typical (Get over here)
She gon’ have to bless with me some bands, ‘cause I’m spiritual
It ain’t conditional
f*ck the judge, he made some bullsh*t admissible (f*ck ‘em)
I’m a flight risk
Tried to pay the million-dollar bail, I don’t write sh*t
Chezi need a million-dollar deal, but this priceless
Told my white boy to check the mail, he said, “Righteous” (Righteous)
[Outro]
Freeze
Get over here