Yeah, gang, uh

[Chorus]
Trippy  in my silk shirt
Loose  enough to tuck a chain
[?] be my [?]
My lil pump they Gucci gang, uh
Big shit, all I pop is big shit
Chopper  so long, when I walk it make me limp shit
Big  shit, big shit, all I talk is big shit
Clip full of bald heads, Nomuzi's in that big shit
No  corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble
No corner's big enough to cuddle
If I ever see some trouble, my lil uzi gon' mumble

[Verse 1: Ginger Trill]
Who  them guys? gotta scrutinize
Check the corner for them blueish lights
You a pusher or you a buyer?
Got the hook up for a goodish price
I don't do consignment, got some good advice
Who are you? Who am I?
Who the truth n***a? Who a lie?
You be bugging, is you wise?
You a thug now, you the guy
Got them guns you never utilise
You adorable, a cutey pie
You look horrible in that disguise
What, you couldn't do the suit and tie?
Second chance to be a cooler guy
You in high school again or you just high
Living in your own world, you would die