[Chorus: Yeat & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, we don't give fuck (Fuck)
Ride 'round, Bentley trucks (Ride 'round, Bentley trucks)
Fucking on this thot, not a slut (What? She's a slut)
Yeah, ridin' that Tonka, in the truck (Brr)
Slide 'round in that Tonka, yeah, that truck, uh (Slide 'round in that truck)
Countin' up a hundred, that's for brunch (Honeybunny, yeah)
Yeah, three-fifty, um, that was just for lunch (Huh, hahaha, yeah)
Can't fuck with these rappers, they my sons, yeah (On God)

[Verse: Lil Uzi Vert]
Diamonds they be shinin' like the sun (Yeah)
Fuckin' three hoes, yeah, that's just a 3v1
Yeah, Molly pill, that stay up on my tongue (G6, pause)
Fuckin' on this bitch until she done (She sick, yeah)
"Lil Uzi, how you got so much swag?" (Swag, huh?)
"Lil Uzi, how you stay with that bag?" (Huh? What?)
"Lil Uzi, haha, yeah, you keep poppin' tags" (Yeah, ha)
Lil Uzi, haha, yeah, my name come with tax"
Oh my god, you say life is hard, but mine so easy
I cannot see these hoes, like I wonder sometimes, like why I'm Stevie
My chain it got frostbite, put the snow in that bitch, but I'm not Jesus (Uh-uh)
They think that I'm evil, but I must admit that sometimes that I play with that Ouija (Well damn)

[Chorus: Yeat & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, we don't give fuck (Fuck)
Ride 'round, Bentley trucks (Ride 'round, Bentley trucks)
Fucking on this thot, not a slut (What? She's a slut)
Yeah, ridin' that Tonka, in the truck (Brr)
Slide 'round in that Tonka, yeah, that truck, uh (Slide 'round in that truck)
Countin' up a hundred, that's for brunch (Honeybunny, yeah)
Yeah, three-fifty, um, that was just for lunch (Huh, hahaha, yeah)
Can't fuck with these rappers, they my sons, yeah (On God)
[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Yeat & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, we don't give fuck (Fuck)
Ride 'round, Bentley trucks (Ride 'round, Bentley trucks)
Fucking on this thot, not a slut (What? She's a slut)
Yeah, ridin' that Tonka, in the truck (Brr)
Slide 'round in that Tonka, yeah, that truck, uh (Slide 'round in that truck)
Countin' up a hundred, that's for brunch (Honeybunny, yeah)
Yeah, three-fifty, um, that was just for lunch (Huh, hahaha, yeah)
Can't fuck with these rappers, they my sons, yeah (On God)