[Coyote]
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang⁠  My thang
I keep my mind on the G´s, Blanco (Ki-ki-ki, ki)

[Coyote]
Without a doubt I get that work in the drought
You know it´s blood in, blood out
This ain´t no joke, if you run up, you get smoked
Or catch a blade and get poked
The streets got no hope, if you scared, pray to the Pope (Ah)
Family fed by the dope
If you ain´t lived it, you won´t understand me
Banana boat with them packs in Miami (Ayy, five-trey-five)
I get ´em and go, cartel ties on the low
DEA knocked on my door then deported my pop
I wonder who gave ´em the drop
When I find out, he get popped (Boom, boom)
My ´yotes gon´ slide, when they do, you won´t survive

Like Popeyes, we leavin´ ´em fried (Grrah)
Don´t play with my bread, if you ain´t heard what I said
Then we go off with his head, oh yeah-yeah

[Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like "No", I´m like "Yeah, yeah"
My ´yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, I´ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah

[Blueface & Coyote]
Blueface, baby (Yeah, yeah), yeah, aight
Gotta keep a chopstick in my chop (Yeah, yeah)

I just copped a house bigger than the cops in the suburbs
I´m the only nigga on my block (Yeah, yeah)
Never leave the house without that yeah-yeah
Forty knockin´ off Gucci headbands (Ooh)
It´s not regular, baby, these is baguette-´guettes
Million dollar views and some Moët get her more wet, uh (Ayy, five-trey-five)
Catch me at the top gettin´ top (Ooh)
She know I ain´t shit, but she still gon´ bop (Yeah, yeah)
Pull up, drippin´ in the drop (Ooh)
Reach for my chain and you niggas gettin´ popped (Yeah, yeah)

[Coyote]
Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah

You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like "No", I´m like "Yeah, yeah"
My ´yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, I´ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah

[Coyote]
I´m strapped in this bitch, peep how I walk like I´m Mitch
I already drank me a fifth (Ooh)
I hop in the whip, my ´yote extended the clip (Brr)
I promise my shooters don´t miss
Don´t talk to the feds, got blood on my Nike Cortez (Huh)
From kickin´ and stompin´ on heads (Boom)

The lady look guap´, I ain´t waste my time on no thot
Can´t blame her for shootin´ her shot, like "Yeah, yeah" (Ooh, ayy, five-trey-five)
Shawty in the bathroom doin´ yeah-yeah
You want the drama, then the homie got the yeah-yeah
In the back you know I got a lot of yeah-yeah
I know you claim you got the same, homie, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You like "Mr. Me Too", part two
Whatever I say I have, you say you got, too
Like, homie yeah, yeah, so get the fuck from ´round me
My ´yotes in this bitch, please don´t get them rowdy, yeah

[Coyote]

Snuck through the back with the yeah-yeah
You know we got packs of the yeah-yeah
Big tits, but was better as a yeah-yeah
You more like "No", I´m like "Yeah, yeah"
My ´yote got locked for the yeah-yeah
Bail him out, I got stacks of the yeah-yeah
New foreign, I´ma pull up in that, yeah, yeah
Catch me at the top, oh yeah, yeah