[DJ] D12, y´all chose to go fast in it Turn it up, bet I got somethin´ bad in it (Ten11)
[DJ & Lil Yachty] Prada store, I go crazy like I´m mad in it I could have a lot of bitches pull up at the last minute Hangin´ with them lame ass niggas, I can´t bear with it I stole four grams in my wood, I don´t tear shit Top of the mountain, big cappin´, feel the air hit Walk up in the bubble, half a million worth of bear bricks Everywhere I go, bitches askin´ who I´m there with What you mean who I´m with? Bitch, you too nosey
[Lil Yachty] Runnin´ ´round the lobby like my brother, first name Cody
Fuck it, runnin´ ´round the lobby like Mr. Moseby Made another Oakland, nigga, I don´t even wear Oakleys Ridin´ ´round with a ski mask like my name Stokeley Niggas tryna get in the gang, but you can´t cost me Ridin´ ´round on some bad grades like I didn´t study Gotta die alone with regardless, I don´t need buddies Niggas used to call me Pig, coat was too muddy
[Jeeezy] Closin´ curtains in the double R, it got too sunny Let these lil´ niggas know what´s up like I´m Bugs Bunny
´Lotta blues, and I´m still countin´, this that blood money Told her if she love me, gotta suck it ´til her nose runny Dropped too many lines in this cup, damn, I´m so clumsy Said them VVS´s, but I doubt it, why they so fuzzy? Twelve-hundred dollars on my feet, got my toes bloody I been out cheatin´ all day, hey, I´m home, honey
[DJ] Yeah, she kinda bad, but I told her, "Its´ the throat for me." NIA with Yachty, yeah, I told him, "Bring a boat for me" Got a lot of gas, make a bad bitch roll for me
Thirty-two hundred on a jacket, it got cold for me
[Lil Yachty] Real stepper, I got corns on my top After tryin´ to be faithful, I got bored with these ho´s I ain´t gotta break the deal with these ho´s I won´t let her spend a night, how you live with that ho? I ain´t gotta shut the deal to these ho´s ??? she came in Everybody love me, they love me like Ramond Talked like a Shaman Cartier, it´s not a Ray-Ban´s, bitch
[Jeeezy] Claimin´ that they real, but they whole body fake (It´s Fake)
Walk up to the thickest bitches, let me be your pradabae (Your pradabae) You can fuck, you can suck, I can´t take you on no date (Take you on no date) All my bitches mad about my other ho´s, I need a break (I need a break) Mike Amiri on my jeans, for my shirt, I went Bape (I went Bape) Niggas clout chasin´ pillow talk to ho´s, that shit gay (That shit gay) YSL, they gon´ ´em walk through the back, better not play (Better not play) I´m a product, they keep yellin´, "Welcome back!" Like I´m mace (Like I´m mace)