Bitch, yeah

Fuck, shit, phew, damn

Huh, yeah (Tron, what we on, nigga?)

Nigga, on the gang

Three-five of Space Runtz, I'm floating like a astronaut

Twenty in my Ksubis, finna walk inside Saks and shop

You talking big money s**t but you don't have a knot

Buffs white as hell, same time got the blackest pop

Hunnid rounder, ahki sliding, finna whack a opp

Two chains bust, next month finna grab a watch

Gucci windbreaker, shoes, and the matching socks

If you in the field, young boy, you better grab a Glock

Yeah, if you in the field, young boy, you better grab straps

Chains wet, send them bad hoes, I been had that

I'll let off the first shot and get the last laugh

And when I whip that big b***h out, better back-back

Bitch keep telling me she miss me, with her sad-ass

Pull up on yo block like Lamar, where the stash at?

I'll strip a n***a out his pockets and his Cash App

Bitch keep tryna suck my dick, where the cash at?

"Purple" on the tag, how the f*ck is my pants black?

Touchdown in Cali, where the f*ck is my Lamb' at?

Hunnid 201s, hit the store with a jam pack

What is in yo jeans right now? Fuck a flashback

Life double G, I just spent a sleeve in Gucci

Chopsticks right next to me, I ain't eating sushi

Checkmate, chess player, finna put my feet in Louis

Backwood, Backwood, bitch, I ain't seen a doobie

3.5 in the 'Wood, I ain't seen a doob'

That n***a keep asking 'bout the opps, I ain't seen 'em, dude

Backdoor me once and that's that, I can't see it through

"Boy, why you cut them niggas off?", I ain't need 'em, fool

Thought I had a drop on a opp but I seen moves

If I mix the Qua' with the pop, bitch, that's Beetlejuice

That .9 on me, I'm in yo hood, I'm just breezing through

Yeah, that p***y nigga, he ain't make it, you ain't seen the news?

Pour three sixes back to back, I'm a evil dude

With my gang rocking Bathing Ape, we just swinging through

Cut the traction off in this fucker, I'll swing the coupe

Habibi, he the handy man, bitch, he bringing tools

Call Tron, "Boy, I'm in the D, bring the tools out"

If I don't got that b***h on my hip, I don't move 'round

If we get the drop on yo ass, boy, don't move now

Bitch keep lying 'bout some s**t that I knew about

Glock with the, if I flick this bitch, it's a fully

Six hunnid dollar shark head when I zip the hoodie

Eighty dollar eighthy in the 'Wood, I ain't hitting Cookie

Unky in the kitchen with some, finna whip some bully

I'm either off the tech or the three stripe joggy

Thousand dollar double cup, no, this ain't iced coffee

Body on it but he still bought the .9 off me

Man, this ain't no regular-ass J's, these Off-Whites, doggy

This b***h got a whole ring, get yo wife off me

Five bands and a pint, what yo life cost me

You gon' catch a bullet, tryna take some ice off me

Call of Duty weapon, AR with the knife, doggy

Ayy, ShittyBoyz