[Intro] (Kjixzle) [Chorus] Huh, bitch super fine, huh, put her on the runway I just cooked some glass, came out lookin' like Beyoncé "Better not spare an opp," huh, nigga, that's what my gun say Trustin' a nigga who showin' fake love, that's how my brother died [Verse 1] Bitch, it's Smaxk or die, huh, nigga, already picked my side Fuckin' on some thick shit, I barely want her to come outside Niggas know that smoke get deep, they dyin' when they come outside Fifty thousand ain't nothin', I posted on Insta' and they blocked my live Huh, huh, pockets fat as fuck, I'm in Joy Lane with Lil Reec, huh Nigga ain't sold nothin', but he been lyin' through his teeth Got that type of money make your favorite bitch go hit them knees I love my country boys, made twelve hundred off this box of green [Chorus] Huh, bitch super fine, huh, put her on the runway I just cooked some glass, came out lookin' like Beyoncé "Better not spare an opp," huh, nigga, that's what my gun say Trustin' a nigga who showin' fake love, that's how my brother died [Verse 2] Deuce of dope, I cook it quick, whip it up like stir fry Two lines of Tris, one Perc', bitch, don't blow this high Walk inside this bitch, I don't give a fuck, like do you wanna die? With my classy bitch in the middle of the trap, she want some Popeyes [Chorus] Huh, bitch super fine, huh, put her on the runway I just cooked some glass, came out lookin' like Beyoncé "Better not spare an opp," huh, nigga, that's what my gun say Trustin' a nigga who showin' fake love, that's how my brother died [Outro] Huh, bitch super fine, huh, put her on the runway I just cooked some glass, came out lookin' like Beyoncé "Better not spare an opp," huh, nigga, that's what my gun say Trustin' a nigga who showin' fake love, that's how my brother died