Only the best in the booth, fasho, for real, hey

Richer than all my opps and that's a fact

Richer than all my opps and that's a fact, yeah

And that's a fact, yeah, yeah

Hey, Richer than all my opps, I'm pouring Wokesha in my Boba tea,

Don't know shit bout luck, no four leaf clover but got bows on me, He typing like I'm dead Meat, but scared to put that pole on me, Send a text, she come put that pussy where it Pose to be, My bag secure, Stuffing all these blues inside these purple jeans, Fucked me Up, he sick as hell, my bro thinking about burning me whole lot of racks, Told that **** Don't swing around here, put three new holes in his hat, These **** pussy, my trigger Finger been itching to play with that cat

Get busy, this new clip hold fifty

Really spin a **** block till they God damn tired in that minivan

Fill that bitch with contraband and get it gone, **** broke, can't afford this feature tell Him sell his soul

Dr. Regions she say she ain't leaving till her belly swole

Drop the loc, Tell em I'm on demon till his head explode, OMO, she wanna take my Semen so her kids can grow

My money long, blue Balenciaga runners, Comme Des Garçon

My heart is chrome

Up until the sun, I sleep when dead and gone, Ayy, I sleep when dead and gone, Up until the sun come up, I sleep when dead and gone yeah, I sleep when dead and gone

Up until the sun come up, I sleep when

Hey, richer than all my opps, I'm pouring Wokesha in my Boba tea

Don't know shit bout luck, No four

Leaf clover but got bows on me, he typing like I'm dead meat but scared to put that pole On me, send a text

She come put that pussy where it's posed to be, My bag secured, stuffing all these blues Inside these purple jeans

Fucked me up, he sick as hell, my bro thinking about burning me whole lot of racks, Told That **** don't swing around here, put three new hoes in his hat, These **** pussy My trigger finger been itching to play with that cat

I was itching to play with that pussy, I mean treat it with love and respect

You were betting on shots in the gym, I was betting on how many shots till he dead

You don't turn me on, Don't spread your legs in this room, Just give me head, I can build A bitch, all it take is seafood and some bands

We got hella sticks, leave that boy laid out like Patrick Star

Look like Asterisk, You need a plug, I put your ass on Mars

He ain't ask for this, them Twitter fingers turned this shit to war

Now we blasting shit, all I smoke is exotic gas

But when it's smoke I keep a cig

Oh my God, it's winter, still remember what them **** did

Bad bitch, sick her on a opp, we finna set him up, Pretty boy, he think he get hoes, he Think he finna fuck, Drop the addy

Richer than all my opps, I'm pouring Wokesha in my Boba tea

Don't know shit about luck, No four leaf clover but got bows on me

He typing like I'm dead meat but scared to put that pole on me

Send a text, she come put that pussy where it's supposed to be

My bag secured, stuffing all these blues inside these purple jeans

Fucked me up, he sick as hell my bro thinking about burning me whole lot of racks, Told That **** don't swing around here, put three new holes in his hat, These **** pussy My trigger figure been itching to play with that cat, Itching to play with that kitty, itching to Play with that cat

Itching to play with that kitty