Hit the gym, flex
 Run me my check
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 Hit the gym, flex
 Run me my check
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win

 [Verse 1: Byron Juane

 Yeah, I need a dub fasho'
 The bag and trophy, I need to go
 You cannot match the glow
 I'm covered, I'm shinin' from head to toe
 Y'all ain't notice
 Exec. like P.O.T.U.S
 And that say open
 Hold up, flex game [?
 Crept down the court
 Bought with the faith
 Like I don't even start fo' the win
 I don't play
 Got a coat fo' the rain
 Y'all boys brace fo' the storm
 We tsunami in foreign
 And it's best that you stay informed
 We run plays without no script
 Aye, that's light work
 We make bands off our shot
 But what's yo' net worth?
 I cut ties fo' all my team
 Yeah, all this drip and no canteen
 And y'all boys canned, but no sardines
 We off this wave fo' all '19
 I don't, I don't, yeah
 Got no words, don't say too much
 Clock on 5
 And I step like clutch
 Team G6
 And at least they up
 Aye, gotta hit that flex
 Like a real because we, ah!

 Hit the gym, flex (flex)
 Run me my check (run my check)
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 Hit the gym, flex
 Run me my check
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win (yeah)
 All we do, win (yeah, yeah)
 All we do, win

 [Verse 2: Derek Minor

 I gotta win it
 Yeah, I just sprint to the finish, I'm poppin' on spinach
 I cook like I'm fryin' off chicken
 And ain't no debate about who in the kitchen, I ain't even fishin'
 Yeah, they tryna eat our fillet
 Yeah, but beat out and yell like, "Then come out and get it"
 Ooh, yeah, ooh, hot
 Fresh out the skillet, yeah
 Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate
 Breezy, I got a whole lot on my plate
 You busy lookin' on IG
 It won't get you nothin' but fake love and a whole lot of hate
 Look at my life, get you motivated
 Came from the bottom, below the pavement
 Shoutout to God, man, we finally made it
 I know some people that prolly hate it
 Ooh, I ain't worried 'bout yo' opinion
 I'ma live my life
 In the studio in Georgia
 Finna kill a mic
 Quarterbackin' money plays
 You should take a hike
 First down, first down
 First down, first down
 Runnin' through you by the mouth
 Stiff-arm you on the ground
 Knockin' heads off now
 And I know you hear that sound
 And it don't stop
 And it don't stop
 And you gettin' mobbed
 Sideline pumped

 Hit the gym, flex
 Run me my check
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 Hit the gym, flex
 Run me my check
 We on yo' neck
 Shooters on deck
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win
 All we do, win