Verse 1: Nycl Kai]
(What?) Smoking on c's, what are you doing?
I get the pack, get it and move it
Rocking and rolling, dripping in Gucci
Y'all niggas fake, y'all niggas fufi
Better stand back, or I'ma lose it
Get to the money, there's nothing you do it
You is a poser, you going to Zumies
Cutting the check, so I'm in a movie
I'm on the court, you can not move me
Pass me the basketball, shoutout Jacuzzi
I fucked your bitch, right in her booty
Way that you fighting, this shit be amusing

No face, no case, okay (Okay)
I'll make you fade away (Wassup?)
Now. 23 in the clip (Huh?)
223 on the hip (Huh?)
No face, no case, okay (Okay)
I'll make you fade away (Wassup?)
On 4-5 rubber grip (Huh?)
Round. 23 in the clip (Huh?)

Bussa, wanna, dirty kiss your neck
Yes uh, windows tinted, lieutenant, my Glock extended
Life tough but you know that shit won't fucking stay (Nah)
Umbrellas, hundred clips falling down like it's a fucking rain (Yeah)
I know dis, that shit I'm saying got me going insane (Ah)
Count up, big bank roll Benz sittin' inside the paint (Aye, uh)

No face, no case, okay (Okay)
I'll make you fade away (Wassup?)
Now. 23 in the clip (Huh?)
223 on the hip (Huh?)
No face, no case, okay (Okay)
I'll make you fade away (Wassup?)
On 4-5 rubber grip (Huh?)
Round. 23 in the clip (Huh?)