[Chorus: Warhol.ss]
B.B. Simon belt blingin'
Keep the .9 tucked in this Givenchy
Damn you talk too much, I want you to top me
Baby don't be shy I want it sloppy
Picture perfect n***a, I got drip on me now
Hunnid round choppa shootin', buss him in his eye
Keep the fire n***a, don't you test it 'cause it's tucked
Wesson make him buckle, I could give a fuck
Fuck his ho for what
Keep this pole for what
Hit the store for what
Hoppin' out this truck
N***as want woods, finna roll up
Choppa on the passenger, I might jus' cut the stove up

[Verse 1: Warhol.ss]
Choppa rob a n***a, we gon' stop him like a hold up
I'm in traffic ridin' 'round wit' Peso we be poured up
Deuce or better in this Fanta, n***a don't you bother me
Rollin' this gelato, you know we gon' need all the tree

[Verse 2: RX Peso]
Big chain on my neck bling (Bling bling bling)
Rich gang getcha bitch weak
I dropped 8 lines and lost faith (Lost faith)
Real trap n***a my racks never shrink
Check my insta I got drip on me now (Drip now)
I'm in the pot, Saint Laurent, neck down
Givenchy on that ho I bet I pipe her down (Bet I hit)
I lift my wrist up on two cups right now
I hit my DMs, yo bitch in it now
It's 12 PM, on two of 'em now
Fuck the Motorsport I have to toast up wit' my n***as
It's fear God but I know God gon' forgive a killer
I bussdown Rollie's and count up for my potential
It's detrimental, get some money, they don't feel you (They don't understand)
I want my n***a Warhol play wit' dem my kids (Play wit' our kids)
I pour more codeine so ion gotta feel it
Shoot at 12, kill yo ass in a whistle
It ain't no talkin' to zip the bag 'n I don't miss
If that's my n***a then I pour that Actavis
Upgrade my income, I dropped it in the trenches (In the trenches)