Trios

[Intro: 386 Pudge]
(Steven, what are you doing in there?)
(Mhm, Meek, you gotta chill out)
Phew

[Verse 1: 386 Pudge]
Ran off on the vato, he put cheese on my taco
Might try to wet me up, so I don't leave home without the poncho (Go, go)
Asian plug hit my phone like, "I got those"
Dropped him off, but shit, he never came and got those

[Verse 2: SCY Jimm]
Ayy, 7.62, 5.7, we got all that (Huh?)
Nigga better duck when he see me in that all-black (Glaow, glaow)
Criss Angel stick, whip it out, he gon' go poof (Ayy, yeah)
I ain't never met Lil Yachty, I be shootin' out the roof

[Verse 3: 386 Pudge]
He be shootin' out the roof, turned yo' truck into a coupе
Ask me why I'm actin' lazy, filled my soda with a deucе (Ah)
Pussy say he want smoke, I'm on all that
Feelin' just like Beanie, I'ma beat you with a ball bat

[Verse 4: M.G. Cue]
Beat it in the pot like Michael, this that thriller dope
If I keep flippin' and flippin', I'll get a chinchilla coat
I can get you rich, if you snitch, catch a headstone
Why they call you Money Gang Cue? 'Cause my bread long
Different color pills, huh, ain't talkin' Flintstones
Say that you a killer, but ain't spinnin' 'bout yo' dead dawgs
Play with one of my niggas, bet this Drakie knock yo' edge off
I'ma pop another Perc' (For what?), uh, to take the edge off

[Verse 5: SCY Jimm]
I don't gotta wear no Crocs, my face gator as a bitch (Ayy, ayy)
Think I'm totin' a Nintendo how that Glock got a switch (Glaow, glaow)
Ayy, ayy, and I'm 'bout my money like I'm Mitch, ayy
That fire made this biggest nigga scream like a bitch (Glaow, glaow, ayy)
Fuck a cop, nigga (Huh?), fuck a opp, nigga (Ayy, ayy)
Know I'm tryna slide as soon as I get the drop, nigga (Ayy)
Big sticks with me, ayy (Yeah), these ain't props, nigga (Nah)
Bro be off that gas, all he tryna do is pop niggas (Glah)

[Verse 6: 386 Pudge]
White boy Scooby-Doo van, they got binoculars
Sellin' all the candy in the city, Willy Wonker
Your baby daddy an actor, go and get that boy an Oscar
Dopeboy, big birds, got 'em grouchy like Oscar
I done sowed this bitch up like a tailor-made suit
Benz coupe lost the roof, you can call me Q
I got the juice, small forward in the paint, but I'll shoot
Paul Pierce, I'm the truth, me and yo' bitch is in cahoots
Huh, pussy so wet, I just dived in, and drowned
Pussy, we are not the same, I be smokin' out the pound
You won't catch me fuckin' off, I be trickin' out of town
I'ma knock the pussy out, we can go a couple rounds
If I come and visit, baby, don't wear nothin' but a T-shirt
Your baby daddy ain't a player, he be chillin' in the bleachers
All this talkin' on the beat got me feelin' like a preacher
If that bitch don't lick the dick, best believe that I'ma leave her

[Outro: 386 Pudge]
Best believe that I'ma leave her, uh
If that bitch don't lick this dick, I'm gon' leave her ass right out the room
Right out the room, ah, ain't no forty dollars, bitch, call the Uber
Huh? Bye