[Verse 1: BBY GOYARD]

Couple shots make him Natas Spin, nautical wrist on flood
Symbiote double cupped up, in this bitch lookin' like sludge
Two-two-three it's some zombie killers, headshots they must
New designer fine art, you can look but you cannot touch

[Verse 2: BBY GOYARD]

Mhm, pussy gon' pop like percs, wanna go flex like us
Put a couple bands on his head now I rest up, [?]
Independent lifestyle, but I got a mansion, bust
Super swiped his soul, now his heart in his guts
Oh she want the old Shannon, bitch I cannot run
Double D's on mags, get you smoked like Dolly Parton runtz
Lil' Shannon [? ]like Jesus's son, come back that three in one
Twelvе hunnid on a Stone Island jacket, and I ain't evеn needed one
Twelve hunnid on a Stone Island, I guess I needed sun
[?], I'm Tommy Dreamer when the demons come
Queen of the Damned, we miss you Aaliyah
Seven-fifty on some damn beetles
Carol Kaye, get hit with some speakers
Please don't fuck up on the re-up

[Verse 3: BBY GOYARD]
Shawty got that cake, I ain't talkin' zebra
Money follow me, like that ass on the Mona Lisa
Got italian ice, yeah I'm talkin' Rita's
Them scammers, them hackers, them geekers, we need 'em
Prices goin' up, it's three thousand for the feature
Hop up in my Goyard bag, sayonara leavin'
Watch how you go greet him, watch how you go treat him
Hairline pushed back, yeah that shit receidin'