[Pi’erre Bourne]
…got a bright future, ayy, no [?]
Yeah, they yellin' “Yo Pi’erre”, ayy, shout-out Kylie (Ayy)

[Jay Critch]
…forget the bitch
She elastic, might stretch a bitch
Gotta have it, ice on my neck and wrist

[Rich The Kid]
Diamonds dancin' (Ayy, what?), I don't do romancin’ (Huh?)
Smashin', I pass it, rubber band, rack it…