[Intro: Hi-C]
These bitches suckin' and fuckin'
Goddamn, these bitches disgustin'
I keep a Glock for the tough kids
Just cock it and up it and bust it (Fuck you!)
I walk in Saks with the Neimans
I spend that check like it's nothin'
High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty (L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)
All of these hoes in here fuckin'
Hi-C, どうもありがとう
Boot up like Mister Roboto
We pullin' up in big bodies
Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos
House full of hoes like a brothel
Pass that ho tell my hermano
Fuckin' a pretty cubano
Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo
(This is too easy)
(Heaven or Hell, let's rock)

[Chorus: Lil Yawh]
I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me
To prove why I don't do attachment
That's why I don't do demandin'
That's why I havе to abandon
That's why I get to the bandys
That's why I get to thе bandwidth
That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies
Monkey see, monkey bananas
That's why all I see is bandos
Bandos make shit open up
I know Bandos make 'em close it up
I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more
Bandos, and bandos, and bandos
I took a flight, saw some camels
I took a flight, saw Four Seasons
I took a flight from Los Angeles
[Verse: Hi-C]
Porsche parked outside the function
Sittin' on spurs like Tim Duncan
Back of the club gettin' blunted
Bitch, I'm way too high to function
Twenty's and fifty's and hunnids
I can't put nothin' above it
Vivienne necklace is flooded
Whip out my dick and she suck it
She pop a bean and get slutty
I beat it up like a bully
Cuffin' that bitch, you a dummy
Hi-C, bitch, I'm way too gully
Gettin' brain from a snowbunny
She sniff coke 'til her nose bloody
I put that dick in her tummy
I pass that bitch to my buddies
These bitches suckin' and fuckin'
Goddamn, these bitches disgustin'
I keep a Glock for the tough kids
Just cock it and up it and bust it
I'm walk in Saks with the Neimans
I spend that shit like it's nothin'
High-fashion, Rick Owens shawty
All of these hoes in here fuckin'
Hi-C, どうもありがとう
Boot up like Mister Roboto
We pullin' up in big bodies
Benz crawlin' on Forgiatos
House full of hoes like a brothel
Pass that ho tell my hermano
Fuckin' a pretty cubano
Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo
She got some big mommy milkers
Come here, bitch, give me some milky
That bitch so smooth and so silky
She give me head in a Bentley
We ridin' 'round with a semi
Told that fuck n***a, ''Come get me''
Bitch, it's not on me, it's in me
Fuckin' on hoes, I got plenty
[Chorus: Lil Yawh]
I'm flyin' so high, they can't catch me
To prove why I don't do attachment
That's why I don't do demandin'
That's why I have to abandon
That's why I get to the bandys
That's why I get to the bandwidth
That's why I can't fuck with lame-ies
Monkey see, monkey bananas
That's why all I see is bandos
Bandos make shit open up
I know bandos make 'em close it up
I got bandos, I'm finna pull some more
Bandos and bandos and bandos
I took a flight, saw some camels
I took a flight, saw Four Seasons
I took a flight from Los Angeles

[Outro]
(Hurts, doesn't it?)