[Chorus]
W-W-W-Whip that bitch, hope I don't crash, yeah
Bitch n***a not talkin' 'bout shit, I'm on yo' ass, yeah
Get to the Lamb' truck, bih', you can't set me up
In and out in traffic, SRT, f-fuck a bad bitch
I'm just fuckin' on a bad bih', t-take her shoppin', we at Saks Fifth
Celine, I'm gon' mix up that shit, I'm gon'— I'm gon' mix up that shit
R-Rick Owens jeans, 1017 jack'
Look like my shoota play for the Mavericks

[Verse]
What the fuck? Bih', bad ho say she love me (Yeah)
What you makin' monthly? I made that in a fuckin' week
I'm not ridin' 'round with my feet
Told slime, "Pour up the lean, I'm weak"
I been geeked all Goddamn week
Finna go slide all the opps I see
Big lean sippin', yeah, off the— off the Perc', I get ya, yeah
B-Bet the Glock won't miss you, yeah
I-I'on drink beer, no liquor
Spin in four-door, Missiles
All-black truck, it's full of bitches
I don't really fuck with n***as
I just fuck with slime, he hit shit (Yeah, bee, bee)
Big bank, I-I put on that Sizzurp (Bee, mob)
Freak ass— freak ass ho, you can keep her (Keep her)
Tennis chain lookin' like a damn blizzard (Blizzard, mob)
Bitch, I'm 20 with six figures (Bee, bee, bee)
Beatin' her back, tryna get her ass bigger (Bee, yeah)
Really got this shit first, bigger (Yeah, yeah)
Glock got titties, bitch, I built her (Bee)
[Chorus]
W-W-W-Whip that bitch, hope I don't crash, yeah
Bitch n***a not talkin' 'bout shit, I'm on yo' ass, yeah
Get to the Lamb' truck, bih', you can't set me up
In and out in traffic, SRT, f-fuck a bad bitch
I'm just fuckin' on a bad bih', t-take her shoppin', we at Saks Fifth
Celine, I'm gon' mix up that shit, I'm gon'— I'm gon' mix up that shit
R-Rick Owens jeans, 1017 jack'
Look like my shoota play for the Mavericks