[Chorus]
Huh
We going where? (Oh, yeah)
We going up, for real (Huh)
How we get high? (Real)
We off them drugs for real (Huh)
Hope I don't die, but that's on the plug, for real (That's on the plug for-)
I don't even try (No, no), but I ran me a quarter mil
I believe I can fly (I believe I can, brr), but that's on them doves for real (Uh huh)
I just hope I don't die, I'm on the drugs for real
Prada on me, what she smellin' (Huh)
Burberry on me, new linen (Huh)
My goons, they gon' come for your melon (Huh)
This Prada just been what I'm wearing (Huh)
I'm sorry lil bitch, I'm not caring
Going out bad on IG, she a Karen
We the young wave, we the kids, we the guarantee
Money on me like a chrome heart tee

[Verse]
We was born to misfortune, the quarantine
And she love the dick, she love LRG (Large)
Jealousy, hate, yeah, it's all I see
We done got two of them in the back of a Harvey
She want meat from the gang, she want Arby's
The whole world fake, this shit RC (Yeah)
That's why I don't even care to take an RP
And I'm only gon' learn when I'm RIP
She said "Babe, I'm broke, can you help me?"
Yeah, I'm getting my money so stealthy
But that green in my pocket, that healthy, huh
Diamonds, they just came from Elliot
Diamonds, they just came from-
We on the P-Jet's, bitch put on PJ's, we elegant, uh
Why are you hitting my phone? What the fuck is you telling me? (Brr, ooh)
Bitch, you been broke since a year ago, why the fuck is you smelling me?
They say my name everyday, how the fuck is you spelling it? (Why?)
Do you want to get to your pesos? You rock a lil Mexican (Ugh)
You still rocking drip from 2015, you rocking VETEMENTS (You rocking old school, dude)
Bitch, yes, I know I'm the G.O.A.T, I'm not high, I'm just saying this (Oh)
Going there, going there
Pockets stand, yeah, you crawling for a band
They don't fucking hear what I'm saying, we just win
Just spoke to the devil, that's my twin, that's my kin
[Chorus]
Huh
We going where? (Oh, yeah)
We going up, for real (Huh)
How we get high? (Real)
We off them drugs for real (Huh)
Hope I don't die, but that's on the plug, for real (That's on the plug for-)
I don't even try (No, no), but I ran me a quarter mil
I believe I can fly (I believe I can, brr), but that's on them doves for real (Uh huh)
I just hope I don't die, I'm on the drugs for real
Prada on me, what she smellin' (Huh)
Burberry on me, new linen (Huh)
My goons, they gon' come for your melon (Huh)
This Prada just been what I'm wearing (Huh)
I'm sorry lil bitch, I'm not caring
Going out bad on IG, she a Karen
We the young wave, we the kids, we the guarantee
Money on me like a chrome heart tee