[Intro: Luisss]
Grrah, grrah
(Yeah, what the fuck going on, Maajins?)

[Chorus: Luisss & Yeat]
These n***as copyin' me, they a parrot, uh (Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
The Glock finna wet up bro, he got Arc'teryx
I spin on his block, I'm a tear it (Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
Givenchy, Balenci', you know that I wear it
Bow block, I'm finna spin it and bend it (I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Hit up Melrose, you know I'ma spend it
I done called up [?] to drive, you know he run it (I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Finna leave her on seen, but I read it (Grrah)
I'ma up it and toast 'em (I just pulled up on this bitch)
Bitch, I keep a G-Lock in the holster (All my diamonds dance)
Skrrt off in a Tesla Roadster (I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch, skrrt)
Kickin' shit, but this not Barcelona (Oh, woah, out in France)
Took your girl to Fashion Nova (Already said my money twerkin', grrah-grrah)
Then, I took her to Bossa nova (Watch my money dance)
Glock doin' TikToks like Rockstarbosa (Why I keep takin' X?)
And the beat go off, feel like I'm Sosa (What?)

[Verse: Luisss & Yeat]
Uh, fuck it (Ecstasy, know it's not the best for me)
Called up Dakota, so he gon' up it (Her sex for me, I know it's not the best for me)
But, I feel like I'm DAMI, I'm slidin' in public
My bitch bad, toxic, but I love it, uh
I feel like G Herbo, I run it (I just went and put the fuckin' top)
When I bring out the Glock, know he started runnin' (Grrah, pa)
I'm finna bust it (You could say that I was down, but we up now)
I make a band in a day, you make hunnids
See how fast I turn nothin' to somethin' (Just pulled up on they ass)
You came from nothin', but still ain't nothin', damn
Block got Barettas and tools (Jeepers Creepers, heard it's two hundred on the dash)
Fifteenhunnid over any damn crew (Fifteenhunnid, hehe)
Bitch shot at your [?] shoes
'Cause if you not gang, then you cannot bool (I gave her the skeeters, call my Uber, then I dash)
I keep a stick on my head like a bull (And I like this not at all, and I know that for a fact)
He talk on the net, shoot that boy through the Zoom
Your bitch blow like a tissue (Yeah, rockin' CDG but it's Homme Plus, yeah)
Come up to me, n***a, yeah, what's the issue?
I got Barretta and beams, it's gon' hit you (Mix the Issey Miyake jeans with the Chrome Hearts, yeah)
Put the Glock to your lips, yeah, it's gon' kiss you
Put you on white tee, your family gon' miss you (Just got a cold heart)
I don't even know you, n***a, why did I diss you?
Gonna hop out with a mo'fuckin' missile
Feel like Yeat, hit you with a bell then kill you (Fuck it, that's that me against the world part)
Fuck it (Yeah, yeah), uh
I said—
(Woo)
[Chorus: Luisss & Yeat]
These n***as copyin' me, they a parrot, uh
The Glock finna wet up bro, he got Arc'teryx
I spin on his block, I'm a tear it (Yeah, yeah, fuck it, uh)
Givenchy, Balenci', you know that I wear it
Bow block, I'm finna spin it and bend it (I said yeah, yeah, fuck it)
Hit up Melrose, you know I'ma spend it
I done called up [?] to drive, you know he run it
Finna leave her on seen, but I read it (Grrah)
I'ma up it and toast 'em (I just pulled up on this bitch)
Bitch, I keep a G-Lock in the holster (All my diamonds dance)
Skrrt off in a Tesla Roadster (I'm in fashion week, lil' bitch, skrrt)
Kickin' shit, but this not Barcelona (Oh, woah, out in France)
Took your girl to Fashion Nova (Already said my money twerkin', grrah-grrah)
Then, I took her to Bossa nova (Watch my money dance)
Glock doin' TikToks like Rockstarbosa (Why I keep takin' X?)
And the beat go off, feel like I'm Sosa

[Outro: Yeat]
Fuck it