[Intro: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
I can take your bitch by a blink

[Chorus:Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
Fu-fu-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a n*gga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Ro-ro-rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face
Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day
Bitch, I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K, paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?
Shoot a fuckboy in his mothafuckin' face
We-we-we cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon' be happy
I-I-I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction
I-I-I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin'
Smith & Wesson made my 9 with sub-compaction
[Verse 2: Kid Trunks]
45, in your motherfucking skull
Put you in the hearse
Louie bag on my waist with my designer shirt
And yo homies be the ones that put you in the dirt
Leave you dead, then they go up in your bitches skirt
Big rock, all my diamonds dance like Tik Tok
You a fake and all your homies dance on flip flop
I got your hoe from the bay, she look like criss cross
I pop a perc, stack my money then ball like Chris Bosh
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck up out my face, I'll see you later
Another year go by and you still work for labor (You is so broke!)

[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 3: Comethazine]
I fucked that bitch, now that bitch don't even matter, uh
Pull out that scope, make him shit, he need Pampers
Fuck n*gga talkin' that shit 'til he see me
I pull up with pistol on me like police
Wrist shine like fireflies, yours roly poly
I cannot fuck with that bitch 'cause she hoey
I just wan' fuck that lil' bitch for the night
She think I'ma dog her, told that bitch, "You're right."
Roll up the Fronto, make sure it's rolled tight
Keep the strap on me, but I'm not a dyke
Can't pick just one bitch, so I make these hoes fight
Easter pink my drink, that shit get me right
OG cookies have me high like a kite
If-If-If that boy lurk, lay him down like it's nighttime
I fucked that bitch through her skirt and her nightgown
Then took her purse and finessed all her cash
Then hopped in the El Camino, I did the dash
Blowin' money like casino, I make it fast
Bitch Demi Lovato with a way fatter ass
Ballin' like I hit the lotto, might cop a Jag
[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 4: Joey Trap]
I feel like Dash, I'ma run It up
Frozone wrist through the Rollie up
Jack Jack n*gga with the haircut
Syndrome widdit Betta back up
Prolly show a n*gga how to gas tho
My bitch Mirage cus she bad tho
Playin around why you mad tho
I feel like Edna I chill at the pad tho, ooh
Bitch where the fuck is my super suit, ooh
She fuck with me but she talk to you
She prolly tell you she love you
The funny thing she call me Mr. Incredible
Flexing up, hella bruh
I feel like Mr. Incredible
In love with me, she regret it tho
You wanna beef but I’m all bout my lettuce tho aye
Hella bro, hella bro
I feel like Mr. Incredible
I feel like Mr. Incredible bitch
And I flex like I’m Mr. Incredible
N*ggas be talking that shit till they see a lil strap tho
If you don’t wanna fuck with me n*gga then don’t
But I don’t got no time for no back talk, aye
My bitch invisible Violet, aye
I like to fight boy I’m violent, aye
She wanna start a lil riot
Just gotta new super suit, I'ma try It aye
I feel like Dash, I'ma run It up
Frozone wrist through the Rollie up
Jack Jack n*gga with the haircut
Syndrome widdit Betta back up
[Verse 5: WifisFuneral]
Okay, last year, I was broke as fuck and didn't have a cent
Past tense, who my competition? I ain't havin' it
Plot thickens, you could cut the tension with a knife then
Jewels lookin' like it's hidden Ruby suicide, death
Suicide doors on the lamb, damn
I was on my Q's and P's, see, ain't no lacking shit
Cutting loose ends on my back and shit
Gotta cut the fat and get swole in this bitch
Yuh, bitch I'm ripped, off the rip, blow down the zip
Watch my kicks, watch how I kick
Okay, dope move in motion, hold my pistol with no holster
If I'm lyin' then I'm dyin', two lines poured inside my soda
Wifi back up on the block, ayy, dope all in my sock, ayy
I got it out the mud, well I drink mud up on the rocks

[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains

[Verse 6: Duwap Kaine]
My Beamer all white, Selena Gomez
Bitches run their mouth, y'all be some whole feds
Braids in my hair, I don't fuck with the dreads
I got ADHD but I don't take meds
Only thing I care about is gettin' straight to the bread
You don't gotta listen or give a fuck 'bout what I said
'Cause as long as I get money you know I'ma get ahead
I'm a young rich n*gga, you a broke boy instead
Gas get you so high you can't remember me
Saint Laurent on my jeans, I know you envy me
When I'm smoking on this dope, I lose my energy
I be flexin' way too hard, my wristband Louis V
My wristband Louis V, part of my accessory
I'm the hood dispensary
I smoke dope, fuck Hennessy
Walk out the spot and you know I'm finna be flee
Skrrt-skrrt in that Beamer even though it's an SUV
I don't really give a damn if you fuck with me
I just wanna get this money, I just wanna do me
I keep buyin' YSL, yeah, it stay with me
Fell in love with them hundreds, man, I know you can see
Fell in love with designer, put the Coach on my feet
Bitch, you know I get money, I ain't buyin' nothin' cheap
And I'm flexin' so hard, flexin' now as I speak
With the gang, with my n*ggas, bitch, you know we gon' tweak

[Chorus: Duwap Kaine]
I'm in YSL with the gang
For my jeans I just spent the whole thang
I can take your bitch by a blink
I love weed, we together, yeah, we sync
Used to wear my Cuban link, now I got VVs in my chain
I'm not worried 'bout no bitch nor am I worried about a lame
Bein' broke or bein' sad, that's two things I can't claim
Finna hop up in this 'Rari, I can't travel by them trains