Yeah, uh, I got a habit, I switch my genetics, I went Alex Moss, I went rose gold (Go)

Young **** six foot seven, I stand on my money, I'm taller than Bol Bol (Push this shit up)

VVS diamonds, I'm smokin' on OG Cookie, your bitch in the front row (Woo)

Why your nose bleeding? We in the front row (Woo, woo)

Tell the owner throw up some Jumbo

**** working the block like Mutumbo (Woo, woo)

Pardon me when I pull up belated (Woah)

Told her, "Thank you for patiently waitin'" (Woah)

Jeremy Scotts with my wings, I'm a Alien

I could see why these motherfuckers hatin' (Yeah)

Fuck the flight, I'm a walking vacation

We in Paris, just smokin' Jamaican (Woo, woo)

Only Ice around me, it's the latest

I'm just clear like it's fuck immigration

Bitch, I went God mode, it ain't regular

We goin' Light speed, way ahead of ya

Uh, take off the top, it ain't wet enough

Girl this shit gettin' hot, we can send it up

Two bad vibes in the kitchen I'm switchin' 'em

Let 'em fight just like Nicki and Cardi

Motorsport, I'm blacked out with a Barbie

Uh, put her on ESPN, she got so much love for the game, she a starter

Omakase Nobu with your Daughter

Playin' Russian Roulette with two thick hoes

Penthouse Sushi, I'm watchin' Vince Carter

Like she ridin' this shit, feel like Tokyo (Tokyo)

Like she ridin' this shit, feel like Tokyo

Got her wild in this bitch, at the Rodeo

I got a habit, I switch my genetics, I went Alex Moss, I went rose gold

Young **** six-six seven, I stand on my money, I'm taller than Bol-

Heaven Offline is on the way (Yeah, yeah)

The fuck is we doing? I'm ready for war, or whatever scenario

Hop in the Vette with a Tec and I beat up the block like Luigi and Mario

Bitch, I got too many racks in my pocket, they morbid obese, they ain't doin' no cardio (Okay)

Heard this lil' man ain't no room in these thirty two's, but I popped out with a Fatio (Yeah)

Novacaine in my body, somewhere at the pyramids, geeked with a party ho'

I said "Bitch, is we fuckin' or what?" I ain't got time to waste, and kick back with a "Sorry ho'"

Bitch, I went God mode, it ain't regular

We goin' light speed, way ahead of ya

Take off the top, it ain't wet enough

Heard your friend wanna slide, we can set it up (Set it up)

Yeah, quarter pound OG, I'm smokin' on Roast

Somewhere outer space, I went high as a Astronaut

Swear that you ain't felt this way in some months

Ran up that bag and I didn't give a fuck

So many **** could fit in this blunt

Uh, heard you a fan, when you run into us, better shut the fuck up

Look at the sky, it's a wonderful day (Woo)

I ran this shit straight of off nothin' that's why this shit goin' my way (Woo)

Look at the sky, it's a wonderful day

I ran this shit straight off of nothin' that's why this shit goin' my way (Let's go)

Heard she wanna go and party, turn her up, I threw her on Bluetooth (Let's go, let's go)

Shawty crazy in the 'rari, Motorsport, I put the gas in this bitch, ridin' round with a Bar- uh

Paranoid, I'm slidin' in a Braced truck, windows tinted like Gatti

Throwin' hundreds all over your body