[2x Chorus]
Coolin' in the cut
Countin' up some pesos
3 grams in the blunt
Take it to the face though
Everybody fake
Everyone a snake hoe
Remember my old clique but
I dont know where they go
Remember my old clique
Now I got a new one
I want diamonds on my neck
Your wrist shining like the sun
Pull up in that whip
To leave everyone stunned
Then they be like "hey lil quatro you just one"
Hey lil quatro you the one
Damn
Well i ain't even done
Damn
Theres a snake in everyone
Swear to god that theres a snake in everyone
You a fake flexer and I know you know it
If im with my team then you know we so lit
She say she like how i look, say she like my outfit
All you do is talk, you ain't really 'bout it
If you lookin at my shirt its probably true religion
All my homies put in work, no, this is not fiction
30 sound like firework, trappin my addiction
Pull up then get hurt, Pull up and catch affliction
Chorus
[outro]
I dont know where they go
Where did all my homies go
I dont know