Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Knew your boyfriend was a bitch, that's tough

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

I'm tryna get a bag and run it like Nikola for the Nuggets

I'm a big goat, big jumper, I'm from the three

She a super bad stunner, who tell me she that Mclovin'

How I'm awkward and I'm shy, I'm kinda like Michael C

Tryna tell 'em easy, like ease off baby, I need my cheese

I'll fuckin' talk to you later if you really wanna speak, uh

If you got the piece motherfucker, they call police

Like, "The swoop-swoop comin'", I need'a motherfuckin' leave, uh

Walkin' with that talk and drippin' sauce

And my brother grab that gun and squeeze like he Alec Baldwin it

Uh, how you pussies gonna talk, when ya pushin' 44 like, it's P

Bro, you are balding (oh my God, ay)

I'm at the studio and grindin' to 12

Higher than Hell, while she grippin', tryna grind on my belt

I told the label throw some millies if I'm signing a deal

And I don't even think I'm tryna sell for real, bitch, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Knew your boyfriend was a bitch, that's tough

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

I'm on some big Leo Da V'

My Mona Lisa is a bad b***h rockin' a tee with n*****s peaked

I'm Aladdin, I roll with them sheiks and rub the paint off

Satin sittin' on my sheets, the rappin' paid off

I still spit with a lisp, I'm tryna spray y'all

Rappers all 666, they money-made, huh?

Tell 'em they can suck my dick, I'm on the radar

And Jim carrying that stick, it'll rip ya face off

This is real life, not a movie scene

Opposition pressed gettin' stretched like Luffy D

At the crib, with ya b***h and my new TV

Kickin' up my feet, she like, "Damn, you a size 14?"

I said, "Yeah girl, of course"

She want me to tap, well I'm tryna learn Morse

And her husband gettin' mad, now she filin' for divorce

But we laughin' to the bank, like, ha uh ha

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Balmain sweater, new jeans, might tuck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

Knew your boyfriend was a bitch, that's tough

Uh-huh, uh ha ha ha ha

If you at the party, let's hit, let's f*ck

Uh-huh