[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I'm that n***a b**h, got your main hoe rollin' my swishers
b**hes love Yachty, stackin' paper up so I can buy my stack
Anthrax got my trunt beatin' in my jeans, scratch
I'm too fly, rollin' up this purp got me too high
Double dippin' any b**h I want, them walk it out like I'm D.j Unk
Pull the 9 out and let 'em have it, pillow talkin' n***as swear they f*ggots
Talkin' 'bout you movin', blowin', countin' guap, boy, your a** cheaper than coin star
Talkin' 'bout you got the xans with the lean need to wake up from the dream
How many times I done told you before that I'm up next?
RD gettin' way too hot, RD gettin' too reckless
I can tell that he fu from the looks of his necklace
n***as mad cause I'm stackin' guap
f** her friend straight for days
f** your hand out I got my ways, seein' goofy n***as like an xray
Hangin' out the window with the AK, this the new trap for the fly n***as
They like any of my ride or die n***a, I don't f** with you that's on god n***a
And if you talkin' down he can catch hollowtips straight to the side n***a
Got the block hot, trail blazer, lemme show you 'round the whole trap baby
Pots and pans near the scale baby, rollin' up a whole 12 baby
I can't f** with 12 baby, I really been stackin' up lately
Got a white b**h, look like Joseph lately , got the brown whip like a bowl of gravy
I'm a hot boy, these hoes crazy, I could never ever trust 'em
[Verse 2: K$preme]
(I cannot trust 'em)
Stickin' sticks, fifa load the gram, n***a better not make a sound
(?), but I still knew the pound
Ballin' soo hard I'm on NBA Bound
(?) now his body can't be found, your shoes drippin' you might f**in' drown
Servin' pints all around the town, b**h I'm drippin' and dabbin', and right then I'm in the wax
Smokin' thrax, sellin' thrax, pull it out my hat like a magician
I could write you a prescription, lemme stop givin' these n***as descriptions
I make music for the young and dumb, lean in my cup got my body numb
And my blunts fatter than a swollen thumb, damn, I do not drink rum, this purple
Got me geekin' like Steve Urkle, got your b**h out past her curfew
100 pack shawty, now I'm a walkin' lift, and (?) whip the brick
(?) got the whip
Do not try to run cause I got a stick, doggin' n***as just like like Michel Vick
Whippin' soo hard, done sprained my wrist, finessin' soo hard I can't call it quits