Yeah, uh, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Might get hit, uh

Might get hit, yeah

Might get hit, uh

Might get hit

Shit, shit, shit, shit

Shit, shit, shit, shit, uh

Might get hit, uh

Might get hit, yeah

Might get hit, uh

I just pulled up out that bag, I know that they can't stand it

I just touched down, I've been flying 'round the planet

You know I keep about it, yeah, and I keep that ratchet

They don't want no smoke with us, know that shit get tragic

Walking out the store, I put on expensive fabric

Fucking on that rich bitch, she live in a palace

And my shawty's public, yeah, she came with no stylist

And she make that dick disappear, just like magic (Yeah, uh)

I don't even know how much that cost

I just know that shit got bought

Trap so hard that the block got hot (Ha)

Don't get hit (Ha)

Don't get hit (Ha)

Don't get hit (Ha)

Don't get hit, ha

I'm way too gone, lil' bih, don't blow my high

I work all night like my life on the line

Yeah, she fuck with me because I'm supersized

I took his bitch and I ain't even tryin'

Might get hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

Hit, hit (Ha)

Might get hit (Ha)

I'm way too gone, lil' bih, don't blow my high

She fuck with me because I'm supersized