[Intro]
Uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Uh-huh
Yeah (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)

[Chorus]
You ain't know me back then and I'm glad you didn't
Shawty hit my line, I think it's been a minute
I don't got no time, I got a lot of business
That's why I fuck with you, girl, you really get it
At the same time, let me keep my space
Everybody need to know when, just get up out your face
And she like my taste
Slide to the crib right now, I bet she like my place

[Verse]
Ricky on Ricky on Ricky, it's rare
Bro finna sneak in the blicky in there
Walk in the spot with the Balenciaga
I told my lil' bro take a flicky in thеre
I'm rockin' the Fendi, I'm rockin' thе Prada
And bro gon' pop it, he keep starin'
Bro pulled up in that bum ass shit
I'm like, "Lil' n***a, what you wearin'?"
I hop on the beat and I'm talkin' that shit
But they really just think that I'm blessing their ears
I fuck with this bitch and she fuck with the gang
She suckin' the gang and she don't even care
Chrome Heart tank-top, Helmut Lang tee
See, shit, cold at layers
They say he gon' pull up on me, boy, I dare
Slide to the spot in VETEMENT jeans
You know my bitch rockin' pink
Chopper go boom, chopper gon' mink
He say he don't like me but he wanna link
He slide to the crib, I'ma see him on Ring
He don't want the beat, but he ain't gon' sing
He rockin' CZ's, them shits do not bling
I'm rockin' VV's, my bitches, they sing
Belt B.B, that's really my thing
I'm on the block and I'm sippin' the tea
I swear you don't answer, n***a, if it rings
I be up in Bali for the win
You not like that, still tryna get your stripes back (Stripes back)
[Chorus]
You ain't know me back then and I'm glad you didn't
Shawty hit my line, I think it's been a minute
I don't got no time, I got a lot of business
That's why I fuck with you, girl, you really get it
At the same time let me keep my space
Everybody need to know when, just get up out your face
And she like my taste
Slide to the crib right now, I bet she like my place