[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n***a bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n***a with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n***a, what ya MAC on?
These n***as bitin' my swag like Soulja, n***a been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone

[Verse 1: Lil Mosey]
Yeah, diamonds on me, I got a Wock and I got a tree
N***as be hatin', they envying me, I keep the bands on me, oh (Bands)
Yeah, Patek (Patek), that shit put ice on my neck (On my neck)
Just went and fucked and I left (I fucked her), that lil' bitch I slept, uh (Bitch)
N***as be cappin', they lying (Lying), big backwood, I'm flyin' (I'm flying)
Kill TEC piece, you dyin' (Brr), big rock bands this time
Ooh, shoot at you (Slide through)
Dang

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n***a bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n***a with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n***a, what ya MAC on?
These n***as bitin' my swag like Soulja, n***a been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone
[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]
Steppin' in public, that lean in my body, I take your heart to the tropics, hey
Takin' these doses of molly, hey, bitch, I'm the shit like a potty
Brought with that Actavis, no, you can't lean on me, hop on the flight and I switch up the scenery
I know he pussy, that boy ain't no killin' these, chopper off safety just for the enemies
N***as, we talkin' for internet, no, I was never too into that
Ayy, Maison Margiela, they into that and L.A. bitch so thick, she fittin' that
She thick, ayy, pay for the extras, put that little ho on a stretcher
Choppa gon' get it bustin' like Vectis, give me some weed, codeine, and extras

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]
Kill TEC piece, three feet tall, running these streets, we ain't even crawl
Choppa goin' in, hit it for ya, raised on the East, no front yard
Hunnid round drum, won't run out of ammo, knife on the gun, we gon' rob a n***a bando
.223 with the sprite like Rambo, tote it to the grave, beat a n***a with a hambone
Redbone bitch, I'ma get in her backbone, big bag on me, I don't pay tax on 'em
Baggin' up O.G. right about a flash-up, Glock no safety, n***a, what ya MAC on?
These n***as bitin' my swag like Soulja, n***a been poppin' them tags on VLONE
Geeked up, rockin' my shades like poker, poured up sippin' on Act', no keystone