[Parte 1: LUCKI]
Woods and the snakes, I'm safe
Niggas act for the fame, can't relate
Getting high in the Lamb' like a date
She my twin, but we can't get along
Drinking dope like we still in the '80s
Mud fake, probably having withdrawals
Got paper and ho get a
[Coro: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along
Got paper and ho get along ([?])
[Parte 2: Lil Yachty]
I make a bad bitch hit notes
Me and twin get the highest, for sure
We pour codeine in high doses
I don't get how a broke nigga joke
Thеse lil' niggas faggots (Phew)
[Parte 3: Lil Baby]
Yeah, Cullinan flown likе a boat on land
I don't f*ck with niggas, we the can't be clan
Remember paying twenty-five zen for a Xan
Sell 'em for a dollar, Chrome Heart joggers
I done left five M cash, we the robbers
I aingt seen a problem that money can't solve
Beefing 'bout a bitch, they done killed my dog
And I gotta tell your mama that it aingt my fault
Running all the buttons, we preparing for a war
Brodie coming home, I'm just waiting on a call
Yeah, he ran off, but he aingt get far
Started from the bottom, now I'm high as the stars