Ayy, go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Love you, Summrs!

In an Audi R8, smokin' tree, bitch, I’m geeked

Tryna suck me like she ain’t ate, this bitch a freak in the sheets

What you want today? I ain’t speak to you in a week

No, these ain’t no J’s, these Giuseppe's on my feet

Can't believe what I just heard, tryna fuck me for some merch

Off the lean, I might just swerve, had to kick a lil hoe to the curb

Put a **** on a shirt, choppa went berserk

Skudsku in the vert and do-do-do with the burst

Watch my **** just shoot at your snapback

She snap me, but I ain’t snap back

In the club, dead off the Perc', they sayin' some', I’ll snap back

Fuck all of these thots, I get the cheese just like a lab rat

"Say, what is that smell?", got the gas up in my backpack

They tried to put me in the cell, but, hell no, I ain’t have that

He say he just cop YSL, boy you know you don’t got that

I’m finna go pick up Bell, you know that I’m in that

He talkin' all on Instagram, but you know he ain’t 'bout that

I’m from the South, bitch, I’m sippin' on this dirt

Got a white boy in the whip and he shoot like he Dirk

Cuban mami all on my side, give me brain just like she Ferb

If you shoot then I'ma shoot back, give a fuck about what you heard, yeah