[Verse 1: YungManny]Uh, wake up, jugg, finesseHeadshot, I don't care 'bout a vestWhere he at? I don't know, guessTwo twin sticks less, uhText your girl, she pressedWalk down gang, what the hell is a jet?Oh you ain't givin' bop? Hmm, nextI'ma slide with an A, huh, B, huh, C, huh, D, huhUh, E, F, and he ain't a GI'm on the block, a killer, and the beat, huhTwerk it, uh, eat, uhPut his man on a teeMichael Jackson, I'ma slide with the heat, uhBro got the bricksJust ran with a lickBah, bah, bah, bahI'm Glockboi Carti with the stickHe sold the trappin', he done beenMoney, I'm out here with the fifthI put the MAC on his lipsStop callin' me daddy, I don't got no kids, uhBeat up the pack, get it right back, uhI got clout, she like that, uhShooter, uh, IMAX, uhWalk down with that pipeFifteen shots like I'm workin' at GEICO, uhAyy, G-Star on, get the micro, uhHo, ayy, hey Manny, huh, you dig?[Verse 2: Lil Gray]They don't know what my mind is on, I hit the trap and made it homeThe line is what my pride is on, got in this shit and set the toneI'm tryna sell hits, won't sell my soulI ain't ridin' no waves to reach my goalsThese rappers fixers, need a poleForty spill 'em and make 'em rollHead, shoulders, knees, and toesGet checked upon entry, pat his clothesHe hot, dry snitch, don't pat his doughWhip out the stick, he shit his clothesYou move suspicious and I sense itThat forty vicious, that nine is wickedI'm in a lot but not my feelingsDon't like to plot, I already did itI use my mind, bitch, fuck my heartHad to take my time and just go hardI'ma bring my slime like Noah's ArkI'm cheatin' life and countin' carsSpittin' flame like CharizardThese niggas lame and need a nameChasin' chains, caught up with fameSo if you broke then who's to blame?[Verse 3: YungManny & Lil Gray]Ah, uh, Spanish plug, GinobiliCatch an opp 101 like I'm ZoeyShoot, score, uh, Kobe, uhFire, uh, you dig?That pussy bald like 2PacGot the gas bag boof like boomboxGet shot with a slingshot, woosahHit a lick for ten bands, say, "Ooh, ah"Lil' lightskin baby say, "Ooh, ah"Walk down with that ooh, ahYou hang with some goons but you notI could never be a lick but you areHavin' million dollar meetings on the rooftopAnd an onomatopoeia, make them dogs talkPull it out, let it go, like I had to fartChoke his ass out, then nickname Bart