[Refrain: 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 ho's 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 have to abandon
That's why I gеt to the bandys
That's why I get to the bandwidth
That's why I can't fuck with lamе-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 1: 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

[Refrain: 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
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 ho's like a brothel
Pass that ho tell my hermano
Fuckin' a pretty cubano
Kick shit like Cristian' Ronaldo
[Verse 2: Hi-C]
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 ho's, 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?)