And we still in Amiri jeans I´m lookin´ fresh when I pull up right on the scene We don´t care ´bout no quarantine Bitch, we outside makin´ movies like Wolverine And she think I´m wild grimy Bitch, you know how much I made in these 990s? My blood, it get wild slimy I ain´t got time for a bitch that move just like me And my shooters don´t like fightin´ But they punch for pieces up, they look like Mike Tyson Where you walkin´, it´s so frightening I ain´t like swipin´, so I had to on-sight it I´m a shooter that´s so drippy She tryna fuck me, I told her give no hickeys
I just bagged out a cool fifty When I pop out, I´m on scene with a new And you know my jewelry is VV He talkin´ hot, he get smoked like his GG, uh You know that boy wanna be me He said he hate me, but got me on repeat, uh I was just bomin´ SB, so I had to run up the Cartis, uh (Turn up the Cartis) Level just backed out a Royce, now we gotta get us a ´Rari (Skrrt, skrrt) Don´t think it´s sweet ´cause we shoot up the party I don´t play, boy, what I look like, I´m Carti? I just might slide, put an opp in a molly We takin´ Percs, no, we don´t take molly She call me Rancher, suck me like Jolly My bitch an uh, shaped like a Barbie Cook it up like it´s Ruth Chris
She callin´ my phone, I´m like, "Who this?" Uh Better go stupid Hit the showroom for that new drip, uh I had to switch up the flow on ´em, uh Really got knocked with the pole on ´em We ain´t fuckin´ with, ´cause he told on ´em, uh You gotta give it and go on ´em, uh It´s goin´ down, Yung Joc (Yung Joc) We want the smoke, no Pop Hit up the bloody, hola I ain´t eatin´ that pussy, ain´t kosher And we just got a thirty, osha And you know that I drip like the ocean Like look, uh Runnin´ through hundreds, we blessed up, uh Stop takin´ them yerkies, all them shits just be pressed up I just might slide with a stick, that´s lil´ nigga dress up
Boy, wait a minute, fresh up, uh She wanna fuck, you know I´m never gon´ stress her, like Who is that nigga? I ain´t got time to go press her, like We gettin´ money, we throw that shit in the, uh
We gettin´ money, we throw that shit up in the, uh (Ayy, what?) We throw that shit up and, uh I just been runnin´ through hundreds and ones We gotta go get an, uh Bro got a stick and it came with a drum My niggas really go dumb These niggas talkin´ too hot on the, uh What? Uh, uh (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY) Run up the funds like