[Intro: Young Gatsby]
Icy, icy

[Chorus: Swae Lee, Young Gatsby]
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Smoke weed out the zipper
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
I'ma get up in her
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Blow me like a whistle
Make that shit official
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Diamonds got that drizzle (drizzle)
Make that shit official (official)
Make that shit official (yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Gatsby]
If you ain’t getting bands, make that shit official man
Now the homies got me smoking like I’m wizzle man
If you ain’t getting bands dawg what’s ya plan?
Told that bitch instead of bae you could be a fan
Right?
Everybody say they real but they not
Said you got a lot of killas beside
Said you about it but that’s a facade
Right?
Said you official, word ain’t around
Bout the game ain’t playing around
When she slurp slurp love how it sound
Win some you lose some you all in
Risk it you win now you ballin
They see you hot now they callin
Want give you top
Now she want Prada well lil bitch I gotta
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Smoke weed out the zipper
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
I'ma get up in her
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Blow me like a whistle
Make that shit official
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Diamonds got that drizzle
Make that shit official
Make that shit official

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Shawty pop that pussy
Then she make me want some
Give her cash and then some
I'ma let her spent something
I'ma give her long sum
She just love my income
I spend cash and then some
She want me to spend something
Said she wanna drink something
Drink so much I throw up
Yeah we bout to roll up
Drop the top like wassup
I just lit the blunt up
Yeah we bout to smoke up
She gon' suck me like a thumb
Hot it from the back and go dumb
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Smoke weed out the zipper
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
I'ma get up in her
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Blow me like a whistle
Make that shit official
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Diamonds got that drizzle
Make that shit official
Make that shit official

[Verse 3: Young Gatsby]
Roll it up
Time to celebrate let’s pour it up
Double cup that purp purp
That syrup got me slowin up
Never did it like this before
Eyes wide I'm so gone
Bitches passed out on the floor
So high like so long
Bitches on they knees
She ain't praying G
And she looking up at me like she's super sweet
She ain't innocent at all a devil in the sheets
And she's super freaky even bought a leash uh
Rolling
In that bitch like it’s stolen
Pull me over I own it bitch
Freeways is my lane
Lotta people want the shoe to fit
Back the fuck up I worked for it
You ain’t got no certificate no credentials bitch
Oh
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Smoke weed out the zipper
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
I'ma get up in her
Make that shit official
Make that shit official
Blow me like a whistle
Make that shit official
Damn that shit official
Make that shit official
Diamonds got that drizzle
Make that shit official
Make that shit official

[Outro: Swae Lee]
What's the hold up
What's the hold up
She gon' fuck something
She gon' suck something