Lyrics: [Intro: Yak Gotti]
Girl, you are not armed (Uh)
You want a maniac?

[Chorus: Yak Gotti]
Wunna flow, Wunna flow
Wunna flow, Wunna flow
Wunna flow, Wunna flow
Wunna flow, Wunna flow
Wunna flow, gotta go

[Verse 1: Yak Gotti]
Benz galore, Bentley store (Bentley Store)
I just went bought her some his and hers
Hop out this shit and hop in a Coupe
'Ventador ridin', doors down
Jump out that bitch and I raise the roof
N***as be cappin', they rat in they raps
I'm Yak Gotti, Slatt Gotti, got the proof
Big black black Drac', I call that hypnotic
Don't Know what's in my pocket, I got the blues
Talk what you talkin', boy, that ain't you
Ride with some weenies, you gettin' used
Rich, they can't see me, I got the juice
Live Maybach black, so my life ain't a movie
If we ridin' two em' we both gotta shoot
Take him for the ride, he gettin' scooped
Don't be surpised when I finish you
Your career is over, boy, you finished, dude
Sent a thousand on shots, they extended, fool