[Chorus: bdr!ppyy]
Silver rings I'ma punk boy bitch
Off white kicks to an all black fit
Hit one time I don't know that bitch
Yo pockets got ran I call that blitz
Got a big check go and blow that bitch
You ain't got no bread why you try to act rich
Flex for the gram that's just a skit
Don't know my name I'm still goin hit
Run it up, run it up
Water on bubble up
Getting my money up running my trouble up
Young ass jit I'm focused on turnin up
Roll up a wood I might as well burn it up
Ash on the floor then rub it in
You not my boy, you not my friend
Ice my neck shit cost bout ten
Got butterfly doors don't whip no benz

[Verse 1: leg]
Butterfly doors in the whip
Ride around town gotta keep my a blick
Fifty on me I be high as a bitch
Like damn this patek feelin' good on my wrist
I'm off of this shit I ain't tryna talk
Had to cut all the lame n***as off
Fuck all the fame I just wanna ball
See we not the same n***as not at all
How you talking that shit but ain't toting no guns
Flex on the gram but got minimal funds
Slide on your block get your mans down to rest
Bitch I'm hot like its Phoenix you n***as my sons
You ain't saving shit
Fuck around like I made you bitch
Ducking me you goin pay that lick
Like fuck with me we goin end yo shit
[Verse 2: DeeKay]
What are you saying now
I got the racks out
I got the stacks out
I got the cash
I am not 21 but i go savage
All of these other bitches so average
I got the money I pop out a lot
You run like a bitch so you wanna get shot
Yeah I'm at the top and i don't wanna flop
But money a madness whenever i drop
And I wanna get it I get it a lot
All black fit and I wanted to cop
You a bitch ass boy that's where we stop
Shawty a man eater on top
Swallow me up and she doing the most
All in her mouth then I put in her hole
I wanna get it and get it and go
Shawty the best when I'm runnin on low

[Chorus: bdr!ppyy]
Silver rings I'ma punk boy bitch
Off white kicks to an all black fit
Hit one time I don't know that bitch
Yo pockets got ran I call that blitz
Got a big check go and blow that bitch
You ain't got no bread why you try to act rich
Flex for the gram that's just a skit
Don't know my name I'm still goin hit
Run it up, run it up
Water on bubble up
Getting my money up running my trouble up
Young ass jit I'm focused on turnin up
Roll up a wood I might as well burn it up
Ash on the floor then rub it in
You not my boy, you not my friend
Ice my neck shit cost bout ten
Got butterfly doors don't whip no benz