[Intro]
Say, "I love you, dad"
Okay
Keep me that— everywhere that I ride
Bad bitch ridin' on my side

[Verse 1]
Big old motor in the car I drive (Cino)
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride
Wipe a n***a up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Park the Lam' truck right on Rodeo Drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive (Yeah)
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics why I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' n***a popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time
Wock' in my red, that's a lil' rock and ride
Got a lil' bad bitch, I'ma hit it from the back, I'ma switch to the side, I'ma do the whole nine
M560 is gripping my thigh
You don't need to know the price, you ain't even gon' buy it
[Chorus]
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah)
Oh my
Oh my (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't even gon' slide (Yeah, yeah)
Keep my iron (Yeah, yeah)
Wouldn't even try it (Yeah, yeah)
Cost your life (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Put a n***a on, I could take a n***a out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout, a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs aimed at your mouth
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty town
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul
Still got drank when they say it ain't around
[Chorus]
Oh my God (Yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God
Oh my (My God)
Oh my

[Verse 3]
Big old motor in the car I drive
Got me a bad bitch right here on my side
Keep me a chopper everywhere that I ride
Wipe a n***a up, show him who king slime
Got a bunch of Monclers, got like six or five
Lil' bitch miss me, I don't even know why
It don't cost that much to make sure you ain't alive
Parked the Lamb truck right on Rodeo Drive
Buying Number (N)ine, got at least like five
My exhaust pop when I drive
Gucci socks to Gucci slides
Smoking exotics why I'm so high
Send a quick hit, get a lil' n***a popped
Off-White hoodie got stripes on the side
My Backwoods taste good every time

[Refrain]
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Oh my God (Oh my)
Oh my
Oh my (Ayy, ayy)
You ain't even gon' slide (Yeah, yeah)
Keep my iron (Yeah, yeah)
Wouldn't even try it (Yeah, yeah)
Cost your life
[Verse 4]
Put a n***a on, I could take a n***a out
Send him on a route, get him shot in the mouth
Keep me a pint, what you talking 'bout, a drought?
He ran to the 'Gram, I ran to his house
Hollow tips hiding all in my pouch
Look in my closet, cost your house
RIPs aimed at your mouth
Got NBA money like Tatum and Brown
We should take vacations to an itty bitty town
Got a lot of money, I could make a big pile
Dirty-ass eight, got the pop looking foul
Still got drank when they say it ain't around

[Refrain]
Oh my God
Oh my God (Yeah, yeah)
Oh my God (Oh my)
Oh my God (Oh my)
Ayy, oh my
Oh my
Yeah, yeah, you ain't gon'—