[Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo´ city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare)
My nigga roll with me, if it´s beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit´ a Lamb´ (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I´m flexin´ ´cause I can (´Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I´m with my nig´, JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin´ on the lean
[Lil Mosey] Yeah, 30 ´round my neck, my jewels water like saline And my life be movin´ fast like I´m in a movie, ayy We don´t fuck around, so we holding .223 And I´m on the fucking Xan, I just mixed it in my drink
I sip on the lean and my big homie OG, yeah I got 20 shooters, they gon´ wet you like saline, yeah And I´m wit´ lil´ Fendi, that lil bro, he´s flippin´ key, and My jewels wet like water and I´m sippin´ on codeine, yeah
[Lil Mosey & BlocBoy JB] Roll up in yo´ city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) My nigga roll with me, if it´s beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit´ a Lamb´ (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I´m flexin´ ´cause I can (´Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I´m with my nig´, JD, yeah
Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin´ on the lean (Yeah, yeah, word, word)
[BlocBoy JB] We smoke gas like the bag, ain´t no turnin´ down (Down) Jeans sag, purple rain, crippin´ in yo town (Crip) Players goin´ down, ayy, where he stay? I need him now, ayy (Rra) I call up them Feezies, they gon´ smoke him like a ounce (Word, word, word, word, word) Bitch-bitch I make the trap bounce, what you need? I got that Nigga tried to rob me, best believe I shot that (That´s on my mama)
These niggas ain´t killers, they the one that´s gettin´ shot at (Shot at) They snitchin´ and I copped that, they made me put put top back
[Lil Mosey] Roll up in yo´ city, then I hopped out with a flare (With a flare) My nigga roll with me, if it´s beef, then we go blare (Bo, bo,bo, bo) Roll up in a Beamer, then I skrt off wit´ a Lamb´ (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) I got all these racks, so I´m flexin´ ´cause I can (´Cause I can) Gucci on my feet, and I´m with my nig´, JD, yeah Run around with toolies, got a yoppa on me, ayy Margiela on his feet, I got Louis on me, uh I blow all that gas, I be sippin´ on the lean