[Intro]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Beep, beep, beep (Psst, boop-boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Do somethin', pfft, what? Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up (Yeah)

[Chorus]
They pull up and get murked, hold up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
Spe-spent a lil' fifteen, make that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilled the red all on my shirt
You got—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt like five hundred, swear that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
Yeah, pfft, but I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up, that lil' bitch can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
N***a wanna be just like his dad (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass
[Verse]
Yeah, in a Balenci' bag, yeah, told slime, ''Fill up mags''
Yeah, we got, pfft, yeah, yeah, I'ma have to spin in that bitch back, yeah
I just been with hoes, yeah, Bentley go, Bentley go fast
Bitch, I can't miss a ho, yeah
My slime finna go crash, n***a, my slime finna go crash, n***a
I got this lil' bitch mad (Yeah), I got this lil' bitch mad (Yeah)
Buy the new Louis V bag

[Chorus]
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) They pull up and get murked, hold up
I was just coughin' on syrup, yeah
Two times, made that swerve (What? What?)
I'm in the Creek like, ''What's the word?'' (Yeah)
I spent fifteen for some Percs
Spe-spent a lil' fifteen, make that work (Beep, beep, beep)
I done kissed my fuckin' cup, spilled the red all on my shirt
You got—, shh, now that shit dirt
I was in the back seat countin' up Percs, yeah
Givenchy shirt like five hundred, swear that cryin' shit don't hurt, yeah
Yeah, pfft, but I don't know, yeah, yeah, yeah (I don't know, yeah)
Opiates fucked my mind up, that lil' bitch can't get designer
I was in London fuckin' them pounds up, yeah, yeah, yeah (Beep, beep)
Fuckin' them pounds up, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up, huh, yeah, yeah
Fuckin' her mouth up (What?)
Trap cost like twenty bands (What? What?)
We gon' shoot like twenty men (Yeah)
N***a wanna be just like his dad (Yeah)
Hit them .56 on they ass