[Lil Baby:]These ain't no Guess jeansI dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test meI played to the left, they went to the right they tried to finesse meStill riding around with that blicky out, I hope they don't catch mePolice had raided our spot so we went to the next streetPlay like I'm dumb, as soon as it's dark I'm going retardedHe say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardlessWe in Miami in the middle of winter and we on them jet skisAnd we in Atlanta I'm running the cannon, and working the red key[Lil Durk:]I cannot mention my homies inside of my song cause I know they be trapping a lotI can't keep taking these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lotI know a nigga who say he got rich off of dope but I know he be actin' alotI know some niggass who say that they took down the city but niggass be lacking alotYeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog foodThat day they shot you, I slid on the mongooseYou cannot come back around me, you changed your back on me I cannot forgetThe police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admitYour name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitchFuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich[Lil Baby:]Under 25 living like a boss, riding around with a chauffeurI don't sell drugs, still we paranoid keep looking over my shoulderNiggas lying like I'm stealing swag but it's my shit like I wrote it[Polo G:]These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed offMan, he say he gon press up on who?I'ma get the steal like I'm Chris PaulBack to back Suburbans, I'm a big dogI was in the slums serving fentanylZombie land, junkies having withdrawalsI been getting to a lot of missed callsTurn it off, what the fuck is he talking aboutI should slap him for saying he hot as meI don't know who could fuck with me, honestlyAnd they know I'm the man so they watching meDifferent color bands like MonopolyMan they must not be using his headIf he thinking I don't keep a Glock on meThat's like suicide if you play with us got a better chance at the lotteryCall an ambulance when that chopper sweepMake the crowd dance, choreographyOnce I got a plan ain't no stopping meThree car garage, million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top meA lot of people done said I won't be shit, well I guess they owe me an apology[Lil Baby:]These ain't no Guess jeansI dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test meI played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse meStill riding around with that blicky out, I hope they don't catch mePolice had raided our spot so we went to the next streetPlay like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retardedHe say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardlessWe in Miami in the middle of winter and we on them jet skisAnd we in Atlanta, I'm running the cannon and working the red key