[Intro]
(ok is the hardest)
Yeah
(I swear to God)
(We gon' be okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
We just fucked another whip up (Yeah, what?)
Yeah, SRT, no they cannot get us
Hop out hella hoes, yeah they fuckin' with us (Uh-huh, yeah)
Helmut Lang jeans, these shits don't fuckin' zip up (Helmut Lang)
Yeah, spent a couple racks on some pints (Bee)
Let me know where you at, I'll get you right (You at, bee)
I been slidin' in all black, at night (Slidin', slidin')
Me and my slime takin' risks, that's right

[Verse 1]
Double cup my shit up with the mud, need it twice (Mud, yеah)
Chain flood (Uh-huh, flood), diamonds ice (Bling, what?)
When I shop, yeah (Yеah), tax the price (Yeah-yeah)
Foreign model (Uh-huh, foreign), stay the night (Stay the night)
Yeah we got them shots, I'm like "Who just popped some rock?"
In the club I got my Glock (My Glock), and my team gon' make shit hot (Huh)
I'm in New York with the thots (New York), no I don't Milly Rock (Nope)
Shake some, you get shot (Uh-huh)
Shake some, you get shot (Wassup? Yeah)
Geeked up ho, keep your pants on
Geeked up, in the function, they playin' my damn song (Bee)
(Walk), up pissed off, I drop bands on some pants
I done drop some fuckin' bands on some more bands, uh, turn up
[Chorus]
Uh, yeah
We just fucked another whip up (I swear to God)
Yeah, SRT, no they cannot get us (We gon' be okay)
Hop out hella hoes, yeah they fuckin' with us (Uh-huh, yeah)
Helmut Lang jeans, these shits don't fuckin' zip up (Helmut Lang)
Yeah, spent a couple racks on some pints (Bee)
Let me know where you at, I'll get you right (You at, bee)
I been slidin' in all black, at night (Slidin', slidin')
Me and my slime takin' risks, that's right (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Foreign model bit' (Yeah), this ho think she hot (Yeah-yeah, what?)
What you mean, I can't come in with the Glock?
Man I said the clip on limousine, yeah thirty in a Glock
These n***as be fuckin' with me 'cause they see I'm on the top
And lil' boy you can't flex your guap (Flex), 'cause I get hella guap (Guap)
I got lots of shots (Doo-doo-doo), I'll come and fuck your thot (Doo, yeah-yeah)
I'll come and fuck your mom (Mom), Osama the bomb (Bomb)
Bitch, I'm in LAX smokin' push up strong
Better get your fellas 'fore you put 'em in a song
R.I.P, now you cryin' to your mom (Slatt)
I got big sticks (Stick), get your wig split (Wig)
I don't do this rappin' shit, I just deal shit (Dig)
I know you be cappin' bitch, my slime gon' kill shit (Ya dig?)
You be in your feelings, I'm a real vamp I don't feel shit (Ya dig?)
My Crip don't even drill shit, and he big Crip (Bitch, ya dig?)
I know some real Blood, they get shit spilled (Bitch, ya dig?)
Slime (Bitch, ya dig?), yeah