text: Woo
  Woo, woo
  Yoz, what you tellin me?
  Yeah, yeah
  Look
  Glock 9, tote the Ruger 
  Oh, oh 
  Glock 9, tote the Ruger 
  Yeah, yeah, oh
  Yeah, look 
  Glock 9, I tote the Ruger 
  And my murder bravados 
  Latest fashion 
  Every gun got a hunnid clip 
  VS watch 
  My diamonds dancin 
  Let em reach , we gon fix em up
  Cause Im the teacher 
  Preacher man 
  Look, I got that Goyard swag 
  Couple Goyard bags
  I been havin
  Woo, woo, woo, woo
  Oh, yeah, Im back again, nigga, tell a friend
  And we see the opps, and we in the party
  Then we got no choice, boy, it gotta end
  I told go see what they drivin and shoot through the car
  He put bullets right through the tint
  Gotta know that my shooters retarded
  They spinnin regardless, dont know how this shitll end
  Tryna talk on my name, get you clapped up
  Im off the Percocet, I prolly do it, hit you catch you spinnin through masked up
  You know Im EBK and Papi GDK, he never spinnin the black trucks
  Just know that the Max with me, you aint even gotta see me doin that hat up
  And we got them poles, better back up
  Look, Im like, "Who these niggas?" 
  Lookin hard 
  In my Bentley truck 
  Trey took the automatic 
  And hell get to clappin 
  Broad day in traffic, woo 
  Look
  I dont know what these niggas see up in these niggas
  These niggas be cappin 
  Look
  And this Louis, Fendi pack up with my body in perfection 
  Yoz, what you tellin me?
  Traphouse Mob