[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Wop]
Ooh, ayy
14, yeah-ayy
Yeah, yeah, haha, huh
Yeah, ayy
Ayy

[Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
I just bought a new Bentley, put some bags in it, ayy
I got tints and you can't see this, know your strag in it, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit up Gucci, hit up Louis, ain't no cash limit, ayy (It's Wop)
Got a bag so it ain't that hard to bag bitches, ayy (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
Gucci duffle bag, put it in the trunk, ayy (In the trunk, yeah)
Bitches in the back, trunk is in the front, ayy (It's in the front, yeah)
Choppa passenger, it ain't in the trunk (Ain't in the trunk, yeah)
If a n***a lookin' sus', I'ma put him in the trunk, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I ain't never needed no attention (Nah, no)
Instagram, I'm poppin', your bitch got me in her mentions (Yeah)
Tatted on my face, I got some fuckin' hugs and kisses (Got some X and O's, yeah, yeah, yeah)
VVS my diamonds, yeah, them bitches fuckin' glisten (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)
Take your bitch, I'm Mr. Steal Your Ho, I'm big pimpin' (Take your bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah-ayy)
Big pimpin', gettin' money, .30 got me limpin' (Like a limp, bow-bow-bow)
Scottie Pippen, body flippin' and my fingers itchin' (Brrrow)
In a Ghost, you go ghost, yeah, you go missin' (Boom-boom-boom, yeah)
Ayy
[Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
I just bought a new Bentley, put some bags in it, ayy
I got tints and you can't see this, know your strag in it, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit up Gucci, hit up Louis, ain't no cash limit, ayy (It's Wop)
Got a bag so it ain't that hard to bag bitches, ayy (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop, Trippie Redd & Rocket Da Goon]
Gucci duffle bag, put it in the trunk, ayy (In the trunk, yeah)
Bitches in the back, trunk is in the front, ayy (It's in the front, yeah)
Choppa passenger, it ain't in the trunk (Nyoom, nyoom, ain't in the trunk, yeah, Young Pluto, Young Pluto)
If a n***a lookin' sus', I'ma put him in the trunk, ayy (Nyoom, nyoom, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Rocket Da Goon]
Get your bitch ass in the trunk, n***a, I ain't playin' (Get your bitch ass in the trunk, fuck)
All my n***as with the shit, this ain't no fuckin' game (We ain't playin', n***a)
I'll take your chain (Gimme that)
Street, bitch (Takin' off)
Licks, I hit (I take it, pull up, take it)
Pull up, with sticks (Brrt)
High fashion like I'm fresh up off the runway
These n***as talkin' big shit, they ain't with no gunplay (No, pussy ass n***a)
I'll sell a brick, even on a Sunday (Sorry Lord)
In Chanel tennis hoes, I'm trappin' in the hallway

[Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
I just bought a new Bentley, put some bags in it, ayy
I got tints and you can't see this, know your strag in it, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit up Gucci, hit up Louis, ain't no cash limit, ayy (It's Wop)
Got a bag so it ain't that hard to bag bitches, ayy (Ayy)
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop, Trippie Redd & Chris King]
Gucci duffle bag, put it in the trunk, ayy (In the trunk, yeah)
Bitches in the back, trunk is in the front, ayy (It's in the front, yeah)
Choppa passenger, it ain't in the trunk (Snotty Nose, blat, ain't in the trunk, yeah)
If a n***a lookin' sus', I'ma put him in the trunk ('Kay, huh, okay, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris King]
Poke-your-noser, air exposure, hit that bitch with the fuckin' heat wave (Blat)
So many rappers gettin' buried underneath the 101 freeway (They buried)
Screwin' on silencers just for n***as with the "he's and she's say" (Be quiet)
So if you quiet, I'ma make a library witness on your d-day (Be quiet, shh)
Goddamn, let the bodies hit the floor (Let 'em fall)
Twenty thotties in a row (In a row)
All this money on phone (It's my own)
So I ain't comin' out alone (No, no)
Huh, you know I'm totin' that pole (I am)
Her pussy like cinnamon rolls (God damn)
I walk into Gentleman's Club (I do, ha)
And act like an ignorant fuck (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
I just bought a new Bentley, put some bags in it, ayy
I got tints and you can't see this, know your strag in it, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hit up Gucci, hit up Louis, ain't no cash limit, ayy (It's Wop)
Got a bag so it ain't that hard to bag bitches, ayy (Ayy)
[Post-Chorus: Lil Wop & Trippie Redd]
Gucci duffle bag, put it in the trunk, ayy (In the trunk, yeah)
Bitches in the back, trunk is in the front, ayy (It's in the front, yeah)
Choppa passenger, it ain't in the trunk (Ain't in the trunk, yeah)
If a n***a lookin' sus', I'ma put him in the trunk, ayy (Yeah, yeah)