Yeah

Pull up, pull up

Yeah

Pull up to the function, smokin' on the pack

Y'all don't wanna smoke, man, y'all can't match

I know what they up to, they don't really love you

Quarter ounce of kush in the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8, digital dash

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out, smokin' OG

In some new Amiri jeans

Got these boys shook like a panic attack, yeah, yeah (Ooh)

Keep up, do the dash in the two-door (Two-door)

Gettin' top while I'm watching Naruto, yuh (Ooh, yuh)

Twenty bands on the kid when he stepped out (Out)

It's really no contest, I'm the best out (Yuh)

Ice cold and I'm sippin' on Ramune (Ooh)

Oli F, yeah, I'm balling, no 2K (Ooh)

VVS on my neck and my earlobes

New crib, bathroom with the heated floors (Boom, boom)

White accents on the the spearmint whip (Spearmint, skrrt)

All cash down, pullin' out the dealership (Cha-Ching)

Y'all ain't getting money, least not like this (Ooh)

Sixteen thou' on the necklace (Woah)

Got your girl looking at me like she want me (Uh-huh)

Windows down, probably draped in Givenchy (Givenchy, ooh)

Ridin' down the coast with lil' shawty, smokin' palm trees (Yuh)

Everybody eyes on the kid when they saw me

Pull up to the function, smoking on the pack (On the pack)

Y'all don't wanna smoke, man, y'all can't match (Ya'll can't match)

I know what they up to, they don't really love you (Don't)

Quarter ounce of kush in the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8, digital dash (Digi dash)

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass (Yah-yuh)

Popped out, smokin' OG

In some new Amiri jeans

Got these boys shook like a panic attack, yeah, yeah

Probably chillin' with some bitches at the ski lodge (Ski lodge)

These Balenciaga, not no Reeboks (These Balenci)

Now we burnin' up the gas in the Nissan (Smokin' gas)

Oli self-produced, everybody know that beat knock (Everybody know, ooh)

Fuck my girl from the back with my chains on (Chains, bitch)

Power up like I'm Cell Saga Gohan (Saga Gohan)

Bad bitch in the Louis Vuitton two-piece (Two-piece)

Hit that drunken fist, off the Henny just like Rock Lee (Yeah, yuh)

I just hit the limit on the ATM (Cash)

G-Class Benz with the Forgiato rims (Skrrt)

Rollin' through my city, probably thumbin' through my bands (Cash)

I've been getting money with my best friends (Gettin' money, bitch)

I be at the crib, laying low and smoking Fruit Loops (Smokin' Fruit Loops)

VVS lookin' like a holographic Mewtwo (Mewtwo)

Bad bitch in the front seat with her feet up

Everybody eyes on the gang when they seen us

Pull up to the function, smokin' on the pack (Smokin' gas)

Y'all don't wanna smoke, man, y'all can't match (Can't match)

I know what they up to, they don't really love you (They don't really love you)

Quarter ounce of kush in the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8, digital dash (Digi dash)

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass (Ooh)

Popped out, smokin' OG

In some new Amiri jeans (Nah, nah)

Got these boys shook like a panic attack, yeah, yeah

Pull up to the function, smokin' on the pack (On the pack)

Y'all don't wanna smoke, man, y'all can't match (Ooh)

I know what they up to, they don't really love you (Uh)

Quarter ounce of kush in the Louis V bag

Pull up in the i8, digital dash (Ooh, yuh)

Seat laid back with the bulletproof glass

Popped out, smokin' OG

In some new Amiri jeans

Got these boys shook like a panic attack, yeah, yeah