[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

[Berner:]
S.F. made me, my ex still payin' me
I love the dope game but it drove your boy crazy (Made me crazy)
Six cell phones, why them boys try to raid me?
My homeboys hatin' but the shit don't phase me (It don't phase me)
Yeah, lil' mama go crazy
I was drunk in the club tryna knock a old lady
Told him take his chain off 'cause the shit gold-plated (It's gold plated)
He told me put the weed out but this shit so tasty
Yeah, Rolls Royce and I smoked it (Smoked it)
They're still gettin' money to my old shit, yeah
Bern keep a forty, know I won't slip, yeah
V-V-S goin' on both wrists, yeah
Went and touched down, I'ma buy a bust down
Your boy feelin' good, I ain't livin' in a rush now (Nah)
Been high for twenty years, I can't come down (I can't)
They smell the Cheetah Piss when I come 'round
Bern

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

Can you love me while I'm still alive?
Don't you wait for me to fuckin' die
They don't want to see a nigga shine
They don't wanna see a nigga on top

[Berner:]
Real talk, 'cause the weight go quick (Go fast)
I need cash, we don't wait on shit
I got fans worldwide but your boy don't make no hits (I don't)
Big boy but I break your bitch, that's on Frisco
Wavy, fresh, dipped, I'm drippin'
What's wrong with that boy, man, his clothes don't fit 'em
Wipe the box down 'fore my young bitch gon' send 'em
Why they worried about me? I'ma keep on winnin'
My ashtray got five cones all in 'em
Boss shit, we don't follow trends, we set 'em
Yeah, you fell in love with an escort
Damn, who you think taught 'em how to export? (Bern)
I move mainy in the area
Slide by Melrose and V'll take care of ya (What up, V?)
We hit the snow with the Y (With the Y)
And call the Cereal Milk, what a wonderful high
Oh, my

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie:]
I already know how it goes down
So I gotta keep it on me when I come around
Pick thirty rounds smokin' out the pound, yeah
Anything could happen anytime

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie