[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Man fuck all that other shit (Go)
(Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat)
(Woah Kenny)
(Brrt), Lil Pump

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
These bitches ain't goin', then get 'em out
Said she bleed from the cat, then I'm in her mouth (Yeah)
All this ice on my neck, bitch we runnin' south (Ice)
Bitch I sleep in the nose bleeds (Slut)
Penthouse shawty, your whole E (Geeked)
YD, balled on Polo like my D (Bitch)
Foward it and let them tires screech (Skrrt)
My brother swore that he Big Meech (Brrt)
Gang, said she hungry, tell her to eat 'fore she come (Yеah)
Ain't the two or the three, bitch I'm number onе (Facts)
Michael Vick with the stick, got the golden gun (Bop, bop, bop, bop)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Every clip 'till them Glocks gettin' stuffed (Bitch)
We pull up let that chopper erupt (Grrr, bop)
My lil n***a be poppin' shit up
He gon' hop out the car if he not in the cut (Skrrt)
If he fall, then he ran outta luck
When we stand over him, he is not gettin' up (Bitch!)
For bronem, we thirsty for blood
Ever since Gucci died, I do not give a fuck (Gang)
At first off the opps I was stuck
Now I'm geeked off that X pill I dropped in the cup (Ha!)
It ain't shit but blue strips on them bucks
I was just on the block selling rocks to the clucks (Flex!)
[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Talking shit like I'm looking for trouble (Go)
Hit that bitch and her friend, that's a double (Yuh)
Extendin' my clip, that shit long as a cholo (Bop, bop)
Bro hit that part with his elbow (Uh)
They hit in the street for the L low (Go)
Me and these n***as not gettin' the same money (Yeah)
I can't go back and forth with these same dummies (No)
Chopper gon' rip up a bro artery, blood runnin' (Bop)
He gon take out the heat comin' (Yeah)
If you know what's best for you, then you best to get runnin' (Go)
Cause my hitter, he get to gunnin' (Go)
Keep it lowkey, n***as act like they know me (Cap)

[Verse 4: Polo G]
Evergreen 13 double 0 blocker
Bitch, I'm known off that block like a baka
Went from noodles to steak, shrimp, and lobster
Diamonds wet and my drip come improper
Fendi fits, they all F's, like I'm Crocker
Senior year I was trappin in school
I got grams for the low, sellin' dope out my locker
We gon' wake up yo' hood with them choppers
Fuck his back up, he gon' need a doctor

[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Black bitch, she lovin' my Chakra's (Yeah)
Break her back, and she callin' me papa
Fuck a rapper, these n***as need Oscar's