[VV$ KEN]
Freeband shit, Freeband shit (Yeah)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Grrr)
Freeband shit, man, band-counter shit, man
You know we want bags, man

Swiper, no swiping
Fire not too far from OV to 438, nigga (Yung Dza)

[VV$ KEN & Tory Lanez]
Hop in the Scat and I go (Vroom)
Went and got Louboutins right out the store, ayy
Twenty-two ridin´ with Joe (Baow)
You hear a pop then that boy on the floor
I got my Glock in my lap, I´ma score
Lil´ mama thick, I met her on the pole
Told all my niggas y´all better not fold
If anything, I´ma go and get the pole (Grrr)
Yeah, I´m a shooter, but don´t gotta shoot it (Grrr)
I pay my lil´ hitta to pull up and do it
Swear that´s your ass if we get into it

I got lil´ niggas ready to chew it
I got pieces, I´m ready, I´m swipey
You hollerin´ ´bout action, so stop all that typin´, ayy
I ain´t got time for no tussle
I´ma just pull up and pop me a muscle
After I copped it, I bought me a duffel (Nyoom)
392, it take off like a shuttle
Needed some paper, told my niggas huddle up
Bitch, I´d be broke if I wanted to cuddle (Hell nah)
Wrist is G water, new pack, place your order
If you send a bitch to come shop, I´ma short her
Ayy, I´ma spin your block like a CD
Got about twenty missed calls from a BD (Hold on)
Gotta pay a lawyer, can´t rock with no PD
Told that nigga take it to the door and make it speedy (Real fast)

Pussy niggas tryna call the truce like a treaty
Made about fifty-five bands off TD
Say he gon´ rob me, ha, try, pussy
Fam (Blaow), he dyin´, huh
Bake ´em (Fft), deep fry ´em (Psst, Yung Dza)
Go on, I´m slidin´
I gotta be up for the pick up
If I miss the drop time, I´ma go and stick up, ayy
´Cause I gotta go and get it
Crack´s comin´, gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
I gotta go and hit it, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah (Ayy, okay)

[Tory Lanez]
Soon as that Glock lock, hit him
I hit his block and I bend it, shots extended

Talkin´ too hot, I´ma spin it
Flew to the jeweler, bought a quarter mill´ watch independent
Shots keep flyin, who spinnin´?
Ain´t nobody seen who did it
Trap house need new tenants
Hop in that Scat and they shootin´ for Kenny like he a lieutenant
All of my opps I´m shootin´
That choppa be talkin´ in fluent
Don´t talk, I do it
Choppa erase his face
They had to cool it and close the casket at his viewin´, mm, damn
Niggas be tellin´, I knew it
Brand new bitch fell in, I flew it
Blew twenty racks in the club but a nigga so rich that you niggas can´t tell that I blew it, ayy

I´m slidin´ in a Infinity
I just go skrrt and I skid in it
I don´t give a fuck what bitch in it
I don´t trust you if you fidgety
Hit the gas, cruise to infinity
Know I got opps that´ll try
Know a nigga ´bout to drop with the car, so I gotta keep switchin´ it, ayy
If I go to jail, I fuck the CO
Piss real dirty, fuck the PO
Down to the kilo, uh
Had a nigga play with my backend
Big yoppa that´ll chop a nigga back in
Pink 30 and the MAC-10
That´s lights, no camera but the action
Homie I go to mail with this
Been a thug since me and Kellz was jits
He was steppin´ out the cell with drip

And all my niggas out of jail are rich
It´s poppin´