(Man, it's Lil' Slaq and you fuckin' with Bella, ****) Get Chanel, get Chanel

Say what? (We in this—, ro-ro—)

Please tell me, I can go Chanel for you (Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)

Please tell me, I can go Chanel (Say what?)

Please tell me, what in the world is he gon' do?

I'm tryna put myself in other people's shoes (Say what?)

It's mafia shit, I taught my brother how to shoot (What? Boop, blitt-blitt-blitt)

Please tell me, what in the world is he gon' do? (What? Say what?)

Please tell me, I can go Chanel for you (Say what?)

(Woo, woo, woo-hoo)

I just got accepted for my first house (Say what?)

I put down, sent my rent, it was fifty-thousand (Fifty-thousand)

Damn, my fans crazy as shit, I don't even gotta announce (Woo-hoo, ah)

I don't even gotta announce the date (Say what?)

They want these goddamn credits and they want the tape (Woo, woo)

My closet worth a lot, yeah, it's just worth a Wraith (Blatt, blatt)

I know she wanna fuck me, say I'm worth the wait (Blatt, blatt)

I'm sippin' on this Stella, I been drunk lately (Boop-boop, boop-boop)

I'm feelin' elegant, I spent a hunnid K (Woah, woah)

Like five-hunnid K in like one day (What? What? Homixide, Homixide)

I'm sprayin' your damn face 'cause I love you bae (What? Say what?)

I spend racks every day (What? Say what?)

I'm tryna put myself in other people's shoes (Say what?)

It's mafia shit, I taught my brother how to shoot (What? Boop, blitt-blitt-blitt)

Please tell me, what in the world is he gon' do? (What? Say what?)

Please tell me, I can go Chanel for you (Say what?)

**** text me talkin' 'bout, "Nine, don't be rappin' 'bout nothin'" (Boop, boop, boop, say what?)

But every rapper he fuck with, ain't streamin' for nothin' (Hahahaha, huh)

These **** play, these **** play, I gotta grab my AR, on God (Say what?)

I gotta grab my gun (What?)

I don't give a fuck 'bout OGs, I don't care what they did (Woo, woo, woo)

I do what I want, bitch, five million, yeah (Woah, say what?)

I got three options for twenty million (Say what?)

Bet these **** tryna stop me 'cause I'm up at the ceiling, ayy

(Man, it's Lil' Slaq and you fuckin' with Bella, ****)

Ayy, ayy (We in this—, ro-ro—, fuck they talkin' 'bout?)

Can't rap, ****, y'all **** can't rap (Rockin' with, rockin' with Patrick)

But when I drop this shit, y'all **** better listen to my shit, boy

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I ain't even grow up with y'all, I don't even know y'all ****, on God (Yeah, yeah, yeah, say what?)

On God, I don't know none of these pussy-ass **** (Say what?)

Fuck off my goddamn phone with that cap ass shit, boy (Blitt, blitt)

Jay savin' these ****, bro, I don't even know these ****, on God

Hell you talkin' 'bout ****? Say what? (Yee-yee, blitt)