[Intro]
Yeah (Smokin' good dope on these bitch-ass n***as)
Yeah, this shit too easy for me (N***as hoes)
Yeah, uh (Lil Uzi)

[Chorus]
When I'm in the booth, you know I make my funk face
I been fuckin' bitches everyday just like it's hump day (Yeah)
Let her sit front seat up in my Lamb', you know it's suck day (Yeah)
Met that bitch on Saturday, I swear I'm done by Sunday (Yeah)
Yeah, I knew would make all them millions, I'm like, "One day"
I was smokin' gas, I put the smoke right where my lungs stay
N***as, they don't get my swag, no, they don't get my feng shui
Louis belt up on my ass and that's right whеre my gun stay

[Verse]
Oop, I mean my hip and I put dick right on her lip
And thеn when I tell her to dip, that bitch, she prolly gonna dip (Bye)
And I be switchin' out my swag because these n***as stealin' drip (Uh-huh)
Catchin' deals off my iPhone, plays off the flip (Blrrt)
And I got a gangster bitch, she like to play with the clip (Hello?)
She put the clip right on her clit
A lot of weed is not a zip, I swear I'm smokin' out the pound
Sellin' crack by the nick, bitch, you ran out of luck, no, you've not lost it (Uh-huh)
If I run out of Backwoods I cannot light a Swish'
R Kelly, canary diamonds, bitch, I'm all out of piss
Man, I fucked these n***as wifeys, man, they all out of Misses
She suck up on my dick so I'm all out kisses (Mwuah)
I can't fuck up on that bitch, I heard that ho'll leave you itchin' (Ew, yeah)
Feel like Grimes, Elon Musk money, this shit got me glitchin'
Man, this RP, it keep bustin' and this bitch, it got me itchin'
Got my dreads back on my head, but my Glock gon' need a extension
Fucked this bitch up in my bed, yeah, she leavin' out my tenture
Bitch, I'm gone off the meds, man, my plug got my mention
Put a sword on my Choppa like a lil' n***a fencin'
If I run out bullets best believe I'm gon' start hittin'
I said, left, right, left, right, uppercut, hook
If I catch you with this hook, then you already shook
You can't learn this game by no motherfuckin' book
If I go on a heist, no, I will not be shook
Bank robbery, countin' all these moneys and the profit
Bad bitch all on me 'cause they know that I got the dollars
I got so much money, it don't fit in the wallet
Goyard wallet on me just 'cause I'm stylish, I got—
Balmains on me, I can't do Amiri (Uh-uh)
I been fuckin' on this bitch and this shit is so scary
'Cause I got my own bitch, what if that happened to me? (What?)
Yeah, I got so much gas, yeah, it look like I got a tree
Yeah, I got so many hoes, man, this shit don't make no sense
Yeah, I got so many hoes, man, I feel like 50 Cent
Yeah, I got bitches on me, yeah, they want me to pay their rent
Yeah, after I fuck, bitch, I say the money spent, yeah
Four pockets full, go to the club, Lil Baby
Bitch, I'm Blood baby, bitch, it's "Suwoo", Blood crazy
Fuck a 360, red 'Rari, cost me three-eighty (Skrrt)
Duckin' old ladies, 'cause I prolly got three babies
"Bangin' on the beat, but you from Philly, how you do that?"
N***as keep on askin' questions, I'ma get your crew wacked (Blrrt)
Act like I ain't do it, man, don't ask me where your crew at
Bitch, I know a voodoo doctor, I can get your crew back
Pockets cheese, heavy Gouda
N***as soft, Toaster Strudel
N***as took my fuckin' swag, not a snitch, I can't sue ya
If you in my fuckin' section, my n***as gon' prolly move you
I don't even trust no hoes, n***a, I only trust my shooter
I don't even trust my shooter, 'cause I don't know about all the bodies
I can make a ghost gun, call that shit a carbon copy
Yeah, that bitch, she tried to play me but she got a hard ass body
I was up for three days off some fuckin' good molly
All these karats, n***as perish, yeah, we call these n***as Polly
I got n***as in Atlanta and they speak of me highly
Why that n***as got a problem? I fucked his bitch and I said, "Prolly"
Property up out The Valley, I don't ever go to Cali'
[Chorus]
When I'm in the booth, you know I make my funk face
I been fuckin' bitches everyday just like it's hump day (Yeah)
Let her sit front seat up in my Lamb', you know it's suck day (Yeah)
Met that bitch on Saturday, I swear I'm done by Sunday (Yeah)
Yeah, I knew would make all them millions, I'm like, "One day"
I was smokin' gas, I put the smoke right where my lungs stay
N***as, they don't get my swag, no, they don't get my feng shui
Louis belt up on my ass and that's right where my gun stay