(We in this—, ro-ro—)

(Rockin' with, rockin' with)

Woo (Patrick)

Woo (What?)

OK (What?)

What?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I run up these motherfuckin’ bags (What? Hollup, hollup)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I flex on they ass, now they mad (Hollup, hollup)

Stick on me, comin’ in clutch, I crash, I don’t give a fuck bout nothin’ (Yeah, fuck bout nothing)

Fuck on yo’ bitch, I knew your ho was a fan, I got this ho from London (Woah, woah, from London)

I spent too much money on these pants, hunnids on hunnids on hunnids (Racks)

I put this switch on yo’ mans, this shit that I done make a fuck **** vomit (Woo)

Huh, cross out the plug, yeah, I need them drugs, I want a whole lot of money (Whole lot of money)

My young **** trippin’, he pull up with blicky, they hop out the cars and bust in (And bust in, what?)

My bitch is a freak, she ain’t doing it neat, I told her suck it and suck it (What, what?)

Fuck it, I’m crashing out, I smoke out the bag, it’s good (Eugh, eugh, smoke out the bag)

This rap shit is all I got, I pull up in foreign, don’t park (All I got, don’t park)

I fuck on the twat, that twat (Twat)

I make that pussy fart (I make it fart)

This Draco, it hit through yo’ spot

These **** been dissing a lot (What?)

My gang been killin’ a lot

If I go on a drill, it’s a body (It’s a kill)

If I go on a drill, it’s a hat (A hat)

I’ve been servin’ this shit out the pack (The pack)

I’ve been fuckin’ this bitch from the trench (Huh, huh)

Bitch, I feel like the reaper, I’m black (I’m what? Woo)

Yeah, ****, I feel like the fucking reaper **** (Woo)

**** know what the fuck we do, what? (Woo)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I run up these motherfuckin’ bags (What? Hold up, hold up)

Hold up, hold up, hold up, I flex on they ass, now they mad (Hollup, hollup)

Stick on me, coming in clutch, I crash, I don’t give a fuck bout nothin’ (Crash, fuck bout nothin’)

Fuck on yo’ bitch, I knew your ho was a fan, I got this ho from London (Woo, woo, woo, woo, from London)

I spent too much money on these pants, hunnids on hunnids on hunnids (Racks, racks)

I put this switch on yo’ mans, this shit that I done make a fuck **** vomit (Woo)

Huh, cross out the plug, yeah, I need them drugs, I want a whole lot of money (Whole lot of money, slatt)

My young **** trippin’, he pull up with blicky, they hop out the cars and bust in (And bust in)

Hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up

Hold up, hold up