[Intro: Taras Kul & Young Adz]
What's up, guys, today, I got Desert Eagle, .50 calibre and a TV
We're gonna blow it up at sixty-thousand frames per second
Know what I'm sayin'
Super slow motion
Load 'em up
It's gonna look amazing
Ski, yeah

[Chorus: Young Adz]
She can't take me home (Yeah), her dad is from Iran (From Iran)
I got a brick of heroin from Pakistan (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Firearms, ski, ski)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (Mm), pussy like a work of art (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (Mm), wetter than the Noah's Ark (Ski, ski, ski, skrrt)
Mm-mm (Yeah), I can fly you very far
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski)

[Verse 1: Dirtbike LB & Young Adz]
I'm in my own world right now (Yeah)
I'm in my hotel right now (Yeah)
I think all these hoes are junk, so I got no mail right now (No)
Yes, my lady make my dick hard, make it count in fifties
I just linked up with my gypsies and I'm really movin', Big Meech
Mm-mm, check out the score, check out the scoreboard
Mm-mm, she wanna fuck raw, but she got morals
Uh, uh, my n***as shoot it like a porno
Whip the crack, he got four phones
He can't keep that door closed (Yeah)
Emirates, I fly with n***as, feelin' generous (Mm)
Nicknames on the flight 'cause we're fuckin' regulars (Mm)
I'm sellin' white, yes, it's Ellen DeGeneres
Let's take a trip to Pakistan, we can benefit (Yeah, ski)
[Chorus: Young Adz]
She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (Ski, ski, ski)
I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (Ski, ski, ski)
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Huh, huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan
Mm-mm (Mm), pussy like a work of art (Brrt, mm)
Mm-mm, wetter than the Noah's Ark (Brrt)
Mm-mm, I can fly you very far (Ski, ski, far)
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski, ski)

[Verse 2: Clavish & Young Adz]
Yo, these hoes treat me like the president (Ski, ski, ski)
My Rollie a Presi' too
My spinner came with only six, tryna buy some extra shoes
They think I'm rappin' cappin'
On God, I still got the mashes packin'
She ain't seen no gun before, fifty racks in cash, don't look in the bag
Can't get my G-Lock, so we just grabbed the fours
Built my own line in my hood, like, who am I trappin' for?
Missionary my Taurus one, but doggy-style my Capricorn
Calls me a dog, I told her, "Save my number as Labrador"
And when Celine drop new season shit, I cop it fast
Her not givin' me a second chance? Not a chance
Fake friends, conspiracy cases, and petrol baths
My burner from Russia, my Louis V was born in France (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Adz]
She can't take me home, her dad is from Iran (From Iran)
I got a brick of Heroin from Pakistan (From Pakistan)
I ain't buy that bitch no bag, I bought my killers firearms (Ski, ski, woo)
Burners from Russia, Louis V from Milan (Ski, ski, woo)
Mm-mm (Woo), pussy like a work of art (Chee, chee, chee)
Mm-mm (Woo), wetter than the Noah's Ark (Chee, chee, chee)
Mm-mm (Woo), I can fly you very far (Chee, chee, chee)
Bentley truck on the main road, diamonds taste like a rainbow (Ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, brrt)