[Intro]
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah
(You smoking mid)

[Chorus]
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Blocco's
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count with my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm fuckin' cashing
[Verse]
And I might walk outside just to feel the breeze
Damn, I'm still smoking dope, n***a, it's a habit
No, I don't want this money, shit, I need it
Tryna stay afloat while my ship crashing
This lil' bitch drive the boat, damn, she so ratchet
Swear this shit like coke, love expensive fashion
Back to rolling dope, damn, I hate I need it
Big bankroll, bitch, you know I have it
Dream of VVS's wet just like some ice cream
I can't cap, I want real shit, not a lot of things
Yeah, we got a lot of money like the lottery
If I ever go back broke, blame it all on me
And sometimes I can't feel shit, damn, what's wrong with me
And sometimes I miss shit, and get lonely
Damn, I just blew some bands on some designer things
Damn, I just waste some more on these designer jeans
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, you smoking mid, bitch, I smoke Gelato
I'm touching green like Christmas trees in autumn
Got this caramel bitch, look like mochiatto
Twenty-fours on the whip, Forgiato Bloccos
Yeah, I'm dripping replicas, R.I.P. Capo
And my money sit high like a bitch in stilettos
Yes, I stack up the bread like I'm playing with Legos
Benji with me, yeah, he go where I go
Keep my twin with me so you know where I go
And I bet I could count with my fucking eyes closed
Okay, bet, I'm sad, bitch, so I'm buying clothes
I just let 'em flock, n***a, I'm not buying hoes
Karate chop a bitch quick with a blindfold
Karate chop a brick, n***a, then get it gone
I don't make wishes, n***a, I just make it happen
Bitch, I'm Lonely, baby, fly just like pterodactyls
Why all these rap n***as so damn good at acting?
They don't call me the GOAT 'cause I'm fucking good at rapping
It's 'cause I keep it real, n***a, I'm not good at capping
And this Rick Owens drip looking just like black magic
See, I'm in the back, n***a, smoking weed
We walk in the store and I'm fuckin' cashing
[Outro]
I smoke Gelato
Caramel bitch, mochiatto
And I'm on a mission, n***a, make it happen
Walk in the store and I'm fuckin' cashing
Forgiato Bloccos
I keep it real, I'm not good at capping
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah