Cody in the wilderness, he set up shop in North Dakota (brrt)

40 scored on purple with the seal like, "point me towards the soda"

TRX fully loaded, this b***h all-terrain (skrrt)

You on rookie level, boy, we ball on hall of fame

Didn't Juice WRLD tell you these hoes all the same?

Fuck around and snatch yours 'fore I pawn a chain

Doin' all that starin', f*ck around and catch an ass whooping

Lil' b***h got that wide body, I'ma call her Cat Woman

Honkin' like a meanie in that 'Ghini, catch me Lamb' pushing

Before the raps, I went and built a lil' stash jugging

Punching numbers in, I told 'em that my card tweaking

Lost lil' brodie out of nowhere, feel my heart shrinking

If you ain't got a plan or no goals, you better start thinking

QP of that (yeah) you would think my arms reeking

Stuck off the wocky, I'm just chillin' in the dark, dreaming

Catch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neiman's

Catch him trippin' out in traffic, leave him in a parked Demon

Certified scammer, I'm with certified trapper

Pop was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my sprite blacker

Life like a book, I just turned through five chapters

Me and Dee on Rodeo like, "Who 'vert gon' fly faster?"

(Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Finna have two freaky hoes eat each other like some beta fish

Pocket full of benjamins, my granny think I'm banging crip

Nah, this ain't a fifth (nope)

Wockhardt, sealed pint, catch me taking sips (ah)

Slid down, face covered like case dismissed (brrt)

Gang in love with his switch, he got a grave to dig (brrt)

Turn them hams to bacon bits if they hang with pigs (boom)

Playmaker turned coach, feel like Jason Kidd

Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (yeah)

Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (yeah, brrt, brrt)

Lenses hittin' off the light

Bitch, I really live that life

If I catch a f*ck nigga, I'ma hit him right on sight

Got the switch in the club, nigga, I don't fuckin' fight

Two Glocks on me, nigga, I'll get your ass right

I got G's on me, bitch, that's why I stand different

Bitch, all five hundred pops, yeah, we bam different

I'll up the fire on his ass and get to blicking

Bitch, ridin' 'round, fat armrests with them bands in it

.223 missiles

Get up on that tip, I'll blow it like a whistler (fire)

Bitch up on my dick, I'm in Cali' smokin' truffles

Bam super hard, all the hoes gon' wanna f*ck you

Saw they was reeking

Countin' up racks, backed up on the weekend

Get your p***y ass popped up, diss sneaking

Bitch grabbed my dick, got excited to see it

I might just put you in the kitchen, bitch, I need a hand (yeah)

BabyTron, where you at? I need another double

Most these niggas gettin' through zaps and they can't bubble

I just f****d a bitch, bend back, I don't fuckin' cuddle

Pull up in somethin' superfast, this a space shuttle

Nigga should've stayed down with it, I got yay for you

Spin back on his block, I'ma wait for him

If you ain't pretty, bad bitch, I ain't tryna f*ck you

I don't like cheap hoes, I'll pay for it (bend back)

Don't put no 'xotic on the scale, it's yay on it

Cheap-ass nigga, I got the counter with some pape' on it

Pussy

Uh-huh, n***a

Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, mm-mm

Hmm-mm, mm-mm

Bitch