(Trap house vibe)

(Yoz, what you tellin' me?) Yeah

What you tellin' me?

Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me

I got Mike to the left of me, huh, wait

Woo

Yeah, look, aye, what up?

Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout?

What them folks talkin' 'bout? (Huh)

Look, Brody gon' glt that, glt that

Brrt that, brrt that, send shots, make 'em get back

All that chit chat, chit chat, riff raff, riff raff, my **** ain't into that

**** talkin' hot but he ain't on shit (Woo)

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (Well)

If I go to jail ****, I'd plead the fifth (Uh)

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

**** tryna lock me up and give me a bid (Uh)

I'm like ****, fuck the pigs

The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?

I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"

My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?

I said, "I'll pop a Perc and feel amazin'"

Shoot for the stars, I'ma foundation (Uh)

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna fuck, hold on

She snuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment

She get dick and edible arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shorty a snack

And after I smack, I'ma blow out her back

She like, "Papi, you so crazy" (Uh)

I told her wine on me baby (Uh)

She wanna star, she wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are

These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw (Naw)

When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (Brrt, woo)

She wanna grip that, lick that, ass where the stick at

Freak bitch, put my dick where the lips at (Woo)

She goin' all gas, no chit chat (Aye)

She goin' all gas, no chit chat (Aye)

Rapapumpum (Bum) here come that boy with the drum (Woo)

If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)

If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun (Brrt, brrt)

Aye, I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)

Air it out, leave him slumped, slumped, slumped

Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci

Pull up with a pump, pump, pump