[Intro - Post Malone]
Uh
Posty
Rich The Kid
And my homie Lil Slim C
Get it!

[Young Thug]
Mike Boomin want to make some more, n***a

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin' still
Now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin' still
Now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill

[Verse: 1]
Yo, I gotta say chill
Gotta take the bill
So I gotta fell
Somebody come get her, she's dancing like a stripper!
Posty, Swae, Thugger, Rich
We all, gon make it, drop the need
Post Malone is white like shady
White Iverson, more like Black Iverson!
Shake that ass on the floor
Give me some more
Turn Up, Yo, i said TURN UP, YO!
Bang Bang, My hoes fast like my cars
She like eggplant, yo

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Posty, Posty
Fuck Jake Paul he ain't doxin' me
Stoney 2 Coming Up 2 Down (up down!)
My gold teeth are crazy
I need a mini-soda
My Flex makes my wanna say "Ooouuu"
White Iverson, I'm not a one-hit wonder
I got future as always
They call me Ski Mask, I'm not slumpin', but they call me the goat
August 27th, my tape won't mix!
Yo!

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid]
Before Rich The Kid, Rich Homie Quan
There was Richie Rich (Rest In Peace)
I ain't a kid
Call me lil lil
I'm a dinosaur
You ain't stealin' my mind
I want some more
Shotout to Mike
Cause he gon make it (make it)

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
Open up that window
'Cause you actin' like a weirdo
They told me to pick up the phone
But ain't want
Bitches play with my dick like a banjo
I wanna shot Lil Uzi Vert with an Mac
Bang Bang Bang Bang! DAYUM

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin' still
Now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill
My homies the real deal
We smokin' that kill-kill
She shake it, it feel real
The paper flowin' still
Now that bitch wanna chill
And the shit stay chill