Lyricist : Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Kayel Sims/Zion Xavier Sheppard
Composer : Miles McCollum/Karon Vantrees/Kayel Sims/Zion Xavier Sheppard
[Intro]
Yeah
Gang-gang
[Verse 1: Veeze]
Today, I ain't in the mood
I don't want your p***y, I'm cool
Got a hundred mil' on my to-do list
Got a kid with a b***h, she stupid
N****s slide, just wait, just don't miss him
Don't hit when we come back, shoot
N***a talkin' 'bout "Everybody know him"
N***a, everybody know you a goof
I done popped out, feeling like Odd Future, Tyler, the Creator my look
Them boys ain't smoked like five opps, that's a whole pack of loose leaf
This eighth came straight from auntie
We pink slip boys, no car lease
My cup all pink like a Barbie
I'm sorry, not sorry like Beyonce
Can't go to the mall, I'm too paid
Two hop on lean on the jet black
She'll smuggle my drugs for a vacay
Free Rio, pourin' up in the chain gang
Rolls' truck, all brown, this s**t st**k
And my wrist all green like my watch fake
My bankrolls blue, it's a cry-baby
And my mafia uppin' the crime rate (Us)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Diamonds gave you a headache (Shoo)
Switching lanes, I'm scaring the b***h
Damn near tearing the b***h
Me and my b***h been sharing the b***h
Uh, I done ran around fifty men, I feel like Ric Flair in this b***h (Hoo)
Ain't got a care in this b***h
They up it on me, I'm daring the b***h
Pretty ass ho pouring up my drink, I just stared at the b***h (Phew)
I got seven homes filled with clothes, Sauce on the way in this b***h (Yeah)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no TV shows, but I still got Bear in this b***h
I had to figure it out the hard way, no, I don't care, lil' b***h (Skeet)
Ayy, I n***r talk s**t online, but check it in real life, I'll n***r struggle again (Woo)
I done helped out my mans
I put my mom in a brand new Benz
N****s is grown with they b***h, I super like a fan
They my dawg, I do what I can
Brand new fishbowl, look like Saran
[Verse 3: Veeze]
Not my type, I'ma still smash
Rich off rap, I still trap
Ain't no pressure, n***a, I'm still relaxed
Still slime, still finesse
I'm so rich, when I cheat on my b***h, she still gon' take me back
I can talk that s**t but backin' it up, that's what I'm better at
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a leather crab
Pull up in the Wraith, the seats so orange, look like a Hermès bag
Kiss your b***h good-bye, she come with us, 'cause she ain't even comin' back
Getting hot like Scarface, smoking dope inside a bubble bath
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
Many men wish death on me, But I can get me man dead (Blrrt)
I put you on, I could take you out, get that s**t through your head (Oh)
RTSU is around the globe, think all these n****s fed (Us)
I don't give no ****, I'm with whatever, however they wanna play it (Ooh)
Like Bam Adebayo, I went through the flame, I met the b***h at the Bodega
Took the b***h out to Bottega, big stick on me like Al-Qaeda
My brothers keep a hottie, b***h, it's up if you say no questions either
Hope no ho think I need her
I'm still mad at Bieber
