text: Yung Germ
  Yeah, I get paid throwing back a hand grenade 
  I was on the run, moving packs right on the way, yeah
  And just a reminder, hatin shit won’t get you paid, yeah
  Yall niggas should focus on getting your fuckin raise 
  Why the fuck you niggas even talk to me? 
  Them doggies bark at me , but never bite at me 
  I got a Smith & for the witness who locked eyes with me 
  I got the time today, I got the fire on me, yeah
  Cruisin in the whip, I got the stick, Im booted up 
  Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up 
  Cruisin through your block and all I see is fuckin dust 
  Where do yall reside? Why aint y’all outside?
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass 
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass 
  Yeah, okay, I don’t ever miss 
  How the fuck a comment make you delete your whole shit? Yeah
  Yeah, okay, maybe you a bitch 
  How the fuck you let my homie bust your fuckin lip? Yeah
  I thought that y’all niggas had the chops 
  Why you gettin beat up and you yellin fuckin Stop , okay
  I thought that y’all niggas had the poles 
  Why the fuck we smokin on your homie? Freddy Ghost 
  Cruisin in the whip, I got the stick, Im booted up 
  Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up 
  Cruisin through your block and all I see is fuckin dust 
  Where do yall reside? Why aint yall outside?
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass 
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass 
  Woah, like Im really, really badass 
  Bitch, dont look at me if you aint got a fat ass 
  Yeah, Lil Uzi got a big bag 
  If I pop it, then youll probably get your stick back 
  Bitch, Im geeked up in some mansion like a kick back 
  If I leave my drink down, they gon try to slip that 
  Uh, put my .40 on my hip, lap 
  Im like Manson with this Marilyn, Im like Nickelback 
  Let me get your pussy, Ima scratch it 
  Cant relax, Im off a batch, you know you cannot match 
  Geeked up off them Xanny bars and a couple flats
  Go on a hit with toolie, Uzis, and a couple MACs 
  Cruisin in the whip, I got the stick, Im booted up 
  Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up 
  Cruisin through your block and all I see is fuckin dust 
  Where do yall reside? Why aint yall outside?
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass 
  Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags 
  Like really, really, really, really badass