[G Herbo]
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Gang shit, nigga
Yeah
Fuck you talkin´ ´bout, man?

This shit´s got the most views out of everything I´ve ever put up on my shit
That little clip, that shit got a million views
I ain´t never got no views on some shit out

[G Herbo]
Who you think you ahead of? Not us
In the S or the Porsche Carerras somethin´
Fuck twins like Tia and Tamera somethin´
Yeah that boy gettin´ bread, Panera, somethin´
Landed in the GT, leer or somethin´
Put Posto in the Air or somethin´
Marry her, she have an affair
I´ma spin that ho like Pharris
Born in the Chi like Ye
But I do crimes like Bump J, I ain´t scared of nothin´
Passport stamp, young nigga ran up that sack

Might as well go to Paris, huh?
Woofin, got whacked you embarrassed, huh?
Pussy you act like you scared of somethin´
Gon´ and shoot up the terrorists (shoot up the terrorists)
Then they gon´ realize it´s serious (blah, blah)
I ain´t even on that, period (period)
I´m makin´ millions, I´m serious (I´m makin´ millions)
That money come in various (furious)
Can´t count it, I get delirious (delirious)
I bought my mama a mansion (a mansion)
So I can´t trip over materials (yeah, yeah)
But I´m still dipped in that fashion
Know I stay drippin´, that´s period
These niggas drippin´, that´s period
Nah, they can´t find me and I´m serious (serious)
They right behind, I´m serious (serious)

And I´m straight off the 9, now I´m serious
Who you gon´ send to fuck with me?
Take stuff from me or from any of mine? Now I´m curious (I´m curious)
Better think ´fore you bust at me
If you miss, I´ll clap a 50 and, man, now I´m furious
Dived in that water, dived like Aquarius
Young nigga, we was breakin´ the barriers (breakin´ the barriers)
If you grabbin´ that torch, better carry it (better carry it)
Tryna hide on that porch on some scary shit (fuck yeah)

[G Herbo]
All I smoke is loud, you got that mild like Darius (yeah)

My son ain´t gotta work because he gon´ inherit it, uh huh (gon´ inherit it)
We yell, "Gang-gang first," you don´t even know your heritage (bitch)
Took the cash from verses, I give that shit to charity
Lovin´ my city like Chano, I swear
Why the fuck I still gotta ride everywhere with it?
"Herb I seen you on the news, I was worried"
We was just jokin´ with y´all, that´s a parody
We don´t talk too much, got D´s everywhere (everywhere)
We still fresh, double G´s everywhere (everywhere)
I put the VV´s everywhere (everywhere)
I do Mike Amiri´s, every pair
And they know me for shittin´ on everybody

I´m the one that do shit that you hear about
I´m the one that told y´all that I move like Obama
Then how the fuck they end up with my whereabouts?
Why he got the clear it out
Middle of summer, hot like a sauna
We was laid back in the back of the Honda
[?] sneak up, anaconda
It ain´t happen, not one day, your honor
I was somewhere eatin´ Benihana´s
Get valet and Lil´ Benny to park it
All my life I had been in apartments
Move to valley, get a crib, I´m ballin´
My bitch always primpin´, keep ballin´
Yes I´m a lil´ workaholic
Hit the crib with a 50 and all 20´s
I´ma just make her count all of ´em

But I get the backend all blues
Nah don´t fuck around, bruh, do all of it
Know it´s goin´ right to lil´ dude
Already got a closet, all shoes
Bought 10 pairs of baby G-Fazos
And my bitch got a closet with some Loubs
Cashed out on the crib, I ain´t get the view
I´m like, "Fuck it, no problem, it´ll do"
Mama´s crib got a pond, not a pool
We had roaches and rats, I ain´t get to move
I survived through it all, it´s true (yes, it´s true)
Slept on couches and floors all through middle school
Now I´m cool, now I´m ´bool
Now my car go vroom, (vroom)
Niggas hatin´ on me, but it´s bool
Guess I got rich too soon

Nigga, I´ve been rappin´ like six years (what?)
I seen ten niggas get killed
What about me turnin´ down them deals? (Huh)
Now you pissed off ´cause I switched wheels?

[G Herbo]
Uh, who run it? Limit
No Limit run it
No Limit man
No Limit
Who run it? G Herbo
I´m done with this shit

[Lil Uzi Vert]
Who y´all think you foolin´? Not me
Y´all niggas really ain´t airin´ nothin´
This bust down, tryna scare somethin´
Your shit weak, tryna compare us or somethin´

What I made last week? Like a million or somethin´
Rich, mad ´cause your bitch ate my kids or somethin´
Man, I could fuck your wife like you sharin´ or somethin´
Galore ass mansion with lira or somethin´
Nigga tried to get my ho, tried to fuck my bitch
You think I´ma miss that?
Man she suck mean dick and she sucked rock dick
So you think I´ma kiss that?
I was in L.A., bitch powdered her nose
Told her I ain´t with that
Boy you trippin´, SI diamonds on your neck
Mean you better give your wrist back
Me no broke, Akademiks, yeah, that´s where you get your news at
Ask your bros, Grammy-nominated songs just to prove that

Know your bros told you, nah, you better not just do that, uh
I´m going mode, T.Y., tell me when to go, boy, you ain´t rich, you a bitch (facts)
Oh you T´d out? Bitch, you beat out
Y´all worried ´bout me, better get your lick back
Just like bitches, y´all all chit chat
Car so foreign got an engine in the back
Balenciaga with the Gucci and the Prada
With the Louis and the Pucci and it´s all mismatched
Ho, it´s Lil Uzi and I´m far from a goofy
In Chiraq, 150, be strapped
Got a 40 shorty, boy, better get back
Gun loud, backyard party, kick back
How I´m broke If I just hired myself a hitman?
Be quiet, bro, them niggas over there turn six racks
Not lyin´, bro, I been fucked this bitch for six racks
After I drop that shit, me, Herbo, Ari and my bitch is gonna relax
Prolly somewhere on a beach
Prolly somewhere on an island
You know that my Rollie got XO diamonds in it, so that´s that Perfect Timing
Said, "Elliot, bezel it," ice kettle chips, I run it back like a Heisman
Pull up, I´m swervin´, I´m mergin´, I got the whip, yeah the one right with the curtains
Got boys that be workin´ their block to be twerkin´, the Tesla pull up for diversion
On the beat, me and Herbo, we purgin´, the Percy the molly the lean got us slurrin´
You call her phone, you think she sleep, but she suckin´ my dick while her words keep on slurpin´
She said that my shit the same size as a two-liter ginger ale, why she keep burpin´
I take out my hair and I stand on my money, your bitch think I´m Julius Erving

[ Lil Uzi Vert]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Just a little somethin´ to it, I ain´t even rip the shit
Pull up in a Lamb´ or somethin´
Peanut butter whip, yeah, jam or somethin´
Fucked your bitch on cam or somethin´
Pink diamonds think I´m Cam or somethin´