[Trippie Redd]
Who they want?
Who they want?
Who they want?

[Trippie Redd]
Hold up, ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Yeah, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can´t bool with us, no-oh

[Mozzy]
Oil in the Fanta, double digits in the blammer
Blickys over jammers, bitch I do that shit on camera
Cookie package when I´m landin´, in Atlanta smokin´ good
On the hood I came from nothin´, niggas blew up off a jugg
All my uncle ´nem the plug, used to bag up fifty dubs
I´m addicted to these drugs, body itchin´ off the mud

I´m out here tweakin´ with my thugs, niggas kill you over crumbs
Grab the cherry handkerchief, my jit fillin´ up a drum
Fuck you talkin´ ´bout it, Mozzy get it poppin´ in these slums
Popular with these pistols, shotters pop you up for nothin´
Nookie hundreds I´m just thumbin´, multiplyin´ blue bundles
Nigga promise not to fumble, get money, remain humble

[Trippie Redd]
Hold up, ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Yeah, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can´t bool with us, no-oh

[Chris King]
I be fuckin´ nigga our way, I be grindin´, that´s a must
I be rollin´ blunts and boppin´ pists ´cause I do what I want
And I know your bitch been on my line but I will not get front
And she know that I been gettin´ all of my shit from the jump
Ayy-oh-ayy-oh, take you out the hood like veggie
Make sure you roll my Backwoods fat baby
Always sippin´ on the lean, act good now ready
Smokin´ on the dope, that ayy-oh-ayy-oh
Hopin´ that a bitch don´t get out of pocket
Before a young nigga have to go and call up Rocket
He tell me mash on it, get to pimpin´ and poppin´

And fuckin´ up the penthouse, we was runnin´ the lobby instead
Oh you niggas runnin´ out of your bread
Guillotine with these rapper´s ass, off with they head
Everybody wanna win for it but everybody act scared
Don´t be hittin´ up my line, do you fuck with the feds?
I be sippin´ on drink ´til I flatline
Fishscale, the Benz back tied
These old rappers sound mad tired
Her pussy wet, it get baptized, whoa

[Trippie Redd]
Hold up, snotty, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Yeah, you can´t bool with us, no-oh

Uh, uh, you can´t bool with us, no-oh

[YG]
You can´t bool with us, you ain´t bool enough
You ain´t movin´ nothin´, you ain´t shootin´ nothin´
You ain´t toolied up
Bitch I´m uchied up, my bitch bougie as fuck, fuck
She only doin´ Uber Vista, XL Uber truck
JP fitted, be havin´ Bar Town to Lenox
My video shoots be like Pyru conventions
Can´t bool, ain´t no convincin´, you don´t know ´bout Missy´s Kitchen
Niggas´ fingers wasn´t twisted, niggas´ pistols wasn´t whistlin´
Never dough, you wasn´t whippin´
You was scared, you kept bitchin´

But now you want to bool to look bool, nigga you trippin´
They see the diamonds glistin´, they know we fuckin´ bitches
They know we got the juice, whatever we say niggas gon´ listen
T´s, P´s, and B´s, oh my
Come clean, we slidin´ on God
Twenty on his head, nigga why not
I´m the nigga with the bag on 400 block
T´s, P´s, and B´s, oh my
Come clean, we slidin´ on God
Twenty on his head, nigga why not
I´m the nigga with the bag on 400 block

[Trippie Redd]
Hold up, snotty, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Ayy, you can´t bool with us, no-oh

Yeah, you can´t bool with us, no-oh
Uh, uh, you can´t bool with us, no-oh