Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Swi-Swishrr beats)

I'm gon' shoot, I got nun' to lose

Big ass clip, it's nun' to shoot

Fuck that boy, fuck his family too

We got racks taller than the roof

Just got off the phone with my pops, he said, "Ya boy, couldn't fit in ya shoes"

Real life, he really talkin' the truth

Turn on the mic', then I talk in the booth

Bitch, this Audi 2022

Bitch, better call up Betty Boop

I just got on the phone, I'm pluggin' Auto-Tune

Dick in her mouth, now she inaudible

Been the one, before I came out the fuckin' womb

Swish on the 808s, they talkin' to 'em

Put a switch on the fadeaways, it's really shootin'

Gotta switch up the swag, 'cause everybody clonin'

Put a beam on the Glock, I call it, "Where you goin'?"

Issey Miyake, rock it with Rick Owen'

I'm the top dog, bitches tryna get the boner

White shooter on the roster like Sabonis

He got dreads like some pasta, cook him if he on it

I ain't fuckin' with any **** at the moment

I stay with my brothers, like it's Jonas

All y'all rap **** jokes, it's really get to drumming, bitch off Perc'-

Bitch off Percocets, she want perfect sex, she want work

Sippin' purple med', poppin' rubber bands, that's my work (Fah)

Okay, that's yo mans? We gon' knock him down, yeah, for sure

Try play 'bout my bands, rap **** be fans, got some nerve (Woo, woo)

Fuck ****, mind my business

Had gang play yo new shit, heard crickets

We'll leave the whole scene, no witnesses

Top dog, bitch, y'all **** some bitches

Blue hunnid, y'all **** not Crippin'

Ain't had shit, so the shit hit different

Went a hunnid on wrist, no kizzy

Red body, young **** went Trippie

Ain't pick up the bitch phone, I'm busy (Ha)

Smokin' real dope, this ain't no Stiiizy

Hop in the Lamb', new car, went Bentley

Ain't no handout, got my own milli'

Moncler coat, I got a lil' chilly

Ain't no matter where I'm at, not trippin'

Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty (Bankroll, hunnid bands, love the whole fifty), c'mon

Bitch ass **** wan' tango

Put a **** on the screen, Fandango

Try to run up, **** on payroll

I'm in the A, lil' bitch, like Clayco

Living, lil' ho, fuckin' her whole face off

Caught a body, ain't see shit, Ray Charles

I'm in that Scat Pack, watch a **** skrrt off

Racks to his head, we'll get a **** payed off, gang (.55)

.55 bullet, gon' fade him (Yeah, yeah)

Lil' **** try me one time, I bet I erase him

Two chop', bitch, like a razor

No Lil Baby, need two hundred for the occasion (Yeah, yeah)

Broke ass **** can't walk in the stands, I'ma fuck his bitch, and leave sum' in her hair

Two shots, leave him the fuck over there

We give no fucks, already goin' to Hell

Pour a line, I'm tryna see the stars (Yeah, yeah)

Bitch, I'm with the gang, coolin' in the 'Vette (Yeah, yeah)

Tryna fuck? Ho, meet me tomorrow (Woo, woo)

I got money on my mind, I can't go for shit (Woo)

Glock a bad bitch, this a bloody clip (No cap)

Let a **** try me, then it's lit (Yeah, yeah)

4x4, skrrtin' off the whip

I'm the shark, and all these **** shrimp (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah