Intro: NLE Choppa 
Yeah (What, huh, huh) 
FreshDuzIt (Da-da, da-da) 
Yeah (Da-da, da-da, da-da), huh, huh, huh 

Chorus: NLE Choppa 
I ain't gon' say?too?much when a?nigga speakin' on that hot shit?(Yeah) 
Fuck the police 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit (They ain't stoppin' shit) 
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick (Huh, huh, get it) 
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it) 
Posted on Camelot (Huh), wit' a hundred-some shottas (Shottas) 
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster (Lobster) 
Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta (Some pasta) 
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (Yeah, yeah, rrah) 

Verse 1: NLE Choppa 
My niggas trappin' out the bando (Huh), shoutout to the Migos (The Migos) 
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Yeah, yeah, brrah) 
The trap always open, bitch, we ain't never closed (Never closed) 
We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos 
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (Huh, huh) 
Got a hundred-some drums like a band in this bitch (Pop, pop, pop, pop) 
Man, she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit (All that naggin' and shit) 
Ho, shut the fuck up and just gag on this dick (Yeah, yeah) 
I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
That Glizzy knock ya meat out ya taco (Ya taco)
Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks (Yeah), let me take you to class (Huh)
My bitch is real skinny, but she got a lot of ass (Huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Chorus: NLE Choppa
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot (Huh), wit' a hundred-some shottas (Shottas)
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

Verse 2: BlocBoy JB
I ain't gon' say too much, really, I been posted on some block shit (Block shit)
Gang member, but they got a nigga in the mosh pit (What?)
Blue faces all in my pocket, check how I mop shit (Grip)
I drop shit, opps see me in person, change the topic
I'm on Camelot with Choppa, we got choppas (Whoa)
No Burger King but we gon' whop ya, you won't make it to the doctor (Rrah, rrah, doom, doom, doom)
You know I'm married to the cake, I need a bih like Betty Crocker (Betty Crocker)
Try to rob me, that's a nada (Nada), no OVO, I got the Drac' and it's a problem
I'm in LA kicking shit with Mr. Morgan (Ha)
You ain't gettin' money, nigga, then you're boring (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just called the hit and told my niggas kick your door in (Door in)
They twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in

Verse 3: Yo Gotti
Who am I? (Huh?) Big Gotti (Yeah), for the record, I'm worth fifty mil'
All my lil' homies millionaires and my whole city'll kill for me
Camelot, my bitch scam a lot (Swipe)
CMG, this shit gangster, respect it like we Rap-A-Lot (Beep)
In the kitchen with the pot, I'm more saucy than a drop
Half a mil', Richard Mille that's a crib on the watch
Money high like helicopters, people play and we gon' chopper
Her ass fat, that from the doctors, [?][2:30] (Yuh)

Verse 4: Moneybagg Yo
Been breaking bitches, call me Moneybagg Pimpin' (Big bag)
Hit it then skate, I'm a black Bart Simpson (Skrrt)
Lambo doors up in the middle of the trenches (No)
Breaking down pounds, losing weight, I'm slimmin' (Work out)
[?][2:45], we got lows, you keep the chromes (Boom)
Reaching for my charm, that Draco knock off your arm (Brr)
Inhalin' all this smoke, fuck what it's doing to my lungs
My lil' Philly bitch so messy I'm through fuckin' with that jawn

Chorus: NLE Choppa
I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
Fuck the police 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
Posted on Camelot wit' a hundred-some shottas
I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster
Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas