[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