[Verse 1: YUNG DAVON]
I know I do a lot of talking, dudes be looking at me crazy
I ain’t really with that talking, run up if you tryna stain me
Put that b*tch up in a coffin, now she calling me her baby
But I know she lowkey thottin’, so I think that lil b*tch crazy
A lotta n*ggas mad since that bag came in
Know a lotta n*ggas mad since that pack done flipped
Know a lotta n*ggas mad that I ain’t on the same sh*t
We got all these b*tches looking, ‘cause we be so dangerous
If I run up in your house, well then I might just stain ya b*tch
And your ice is lowkey melting, so I might just paint ya wrist
Red dots, six shots, I’m the 520 villian
Beat your ass, bring you back, come up short, I call you Krillin
Boy, I’m chillin’, get up outcho feelings, I know I’m the realest
You can't deal it, b*tch, I’m dripping sauce, I know you wanna steal it
You can’t feel it, you a f*cking b*tch, might just take yo b*tch
You a stain, boy I tote that thing, you ain't toting sh*t
Ice my wrist, ice my f*cking doge, I might f*ck yo hoe
What you know, I’m just with my bro, boy we blowing dro
Blowing boof, with the f*cking crew, dripped down wearing trues
My b*tch a jew, stacking money up, spend it all on goop
[Verse 2: Komato$e]
Stain season, void season
I might pull up on your b*tch for no reason
She jus sent a couple pics into my DMs
Hit it once or twice and then I’m f*ckin’ leavin’, ayy
Diamonds dancin’
b*tches lookin’ antsy
Why you actin’ like you finna stab me?
You ain’t sh*t wit that fake ass jewelry
I don’t wear sh*t that I couldn’t be affording, b
Real ass, trill ass, psycho motherf*cker
If I had a couple baby moms’, you wouldn’t know I duck ‘em
I be off the radar and the map all summer
I’ma pull up like a father in that all-black hummer
Nostradamus couldn’t see this sh*t
And f*ckin’ Soros couldn’t be this rich
I been chillin’ wit YUNG DAVON all week, no sleep
Catch a couple bills for the f*ckin’ team, we all eat