[Hook]
Bottles poppin’, acid droppin’
Up to something classy
Top ’n bottom, got them copping, studios stay ashy
Every time they ask me who I am [?] or die
But might you do the math what I do in [?]
Rip you cool in half
Body bag
[Verse 1: ?]
Time to spec up the pension
Skippin’ you back on detention
Press and start up the engine, engine revving
Six ratchets pick back with us
Tits plastic, twin sisters
Got a couple that come to where the cave is
Cum on their gums and on their braces
Goodness, gracious, I’m letting the soda off blast
Tic tac, toe tac, yours like Kodak Black
Fiddle with a deadly weapon like it was a fidget spinner
Several hit and while we spill and [?] in bitter lemon
Try to fit in everything I mentioned in a single sentence
Dirt bag, first class, pull with the Molly pack with me
Purse snatch, back tag, bend on the money stack crispy
Peter Piper picked the pepper but I wonder whether we should even give a fuck
Shut yo trap, we zip it up
Body tracks, we zip ‘em up
Now live it up
[Verse 2: ?]