text: ATL Jacob
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon let it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off 
  Im getting these chickens, aint no lie, oh 
  Lil bitty bitches, Im your idol 
  Not feeling bitches, I might try em
  I pull up in that Bentley coupe
  Millionaire, just for you
  Mama, yeah, I did for you
  All my dreams, they comin true
  Im setting pressure, Im a fighter
  Its getting vicious, aint no rival
  Im having nightmares in my heart
  God, sew it up and lock it
  With my slime, we going to Mars
  Who know he gon bring the stars
  I tried to tell em we gon ride on em
  Im with my sons and we gon slide on em
  Its guaranteed that we gon ride
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon let it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off 
  Okay, uh, I get back-end right on back-end, I cant stop 
  Uh, potato on my gun, made some tater-tots 
  Yeah, tomato ribena, give you chicken pox 
  Uh, swag finesse, Im clean, you know this shit wont stop 
  Okay, yeah, okay, ayy, that your bitch or not? 
  I just ask that question cause your girlfriend always on my jock 
  Balenciaga with Venmar, designer I mix a lot 
  Walk in with my stick a lot, she sick cause she suck dick a lot 
  Pescatarian but I sell fishes at the chicken spot
  Im a millionaire, but I hang with the boys that pick the locks 
  Hold on, uh, pull out the drop, its a red light but I never would stop 
  Count on my finger when I count the guap
  And bro-bro get rich when he whippin the pot
  Son, stop, cause I am your pop
  I sell out my show like that shit was Woodstock
  Yeah, Ima head to the moon, yeah, Ima head to the moon
  Yeah, white gold on my wrist, this shit hit like a spoon 
  Okay, uh, pay your boo just to feed my goons 
  Soon as that boy turn around , put that boy in a tomb 
  Pull up drop-top, no Tahoe, treat the game like I won the lotto
  Walk around clean but you know I got slime nose 
  Fucked your bitch, make her hit the high-note 
  That boy, he not real, he a typo 
  Know I get to the bread like a casserole
  Gettin the lettuce, you know that I shred it
  You know that I bled it, you know that I read it
  Chain on my neck is so icy, so heavy
  So slippery told that bitch that you could sled it
  I cannot see none of these niggas, I cannot see the bullshit, man I turn it to ready
  Handy like Mandy your bitch hot and ready
  She on her knees, man, I give her no petty 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon let it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  We shoot at our rivals, we aint runnin off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  We aint got no rivals, we get money now 
  Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon shoot it off 
  Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off