[Intro]
(Ah)
(Please stop doing that extra shit)
(I got possessed by this money and that shit was an exorcist)
(You asking questions too much, I just answer shit)
(Turn that shit up, 2)
(Bitch gon' boot up, told her shake that—)

[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these VS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
But I just pulled up in that one of one, Richard Millie and McLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the Wock', I'm not drinking no Hennessy
400 to cop the shoеs [?] the embassy
Elon Musk [?], I doubled thе ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money every day, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially

[Verse]
The percs got me bitchin', we fucking so heavenly
You a lame, I don't fuck with your energy
Dead presidents in my pockets like Kennedy
I'mma die soon, but they gon' remember me
You already got your time, you'll fall off eventually
I'm off the gram, that shit fuck with me mentally
I don't got time for that, I'm in reality
You already know where I'm at, where the cabbage be
Yeah, I just left the Earth
I get so high every day I don't even know for sure
For certain, while I'm swervin' and dodgin' these coppers
In the brand new matte-black, this the chopper
No, this not no fucking 'Vette, this a Bopster
You a lame on the roster
I gotta do this shit fast (Hmm)
I'm off— I'm off a Addy and perc I might crash (Crash out)
You see in the whip, boy, we pushing two hunnid, the digital dash (Swerve)
Yeah (Let's go), I got some Vetements sitting on my bag
Eh, eh, I'm with my twizzy, my twizzy, my twizzy, my slatt (Slatt, slatt)
You don't even gotta say nothing, we already know that you really not living like that
You 'bout to fall off, you better go get you a job, you better be thinking 'bout that ('Bout that)
Yeah, my twizzy pulled up in that Mas' and I just pulled up in that 'Cat
Hit E.D.D with my twin, that's 'bout twenty racks, you know that we splitting them packs
If I do not know you, don't give me no money, 'cause I swear to God you ain't getting it back (Let's go)
I was broke once, I will never go back
[Chorus]
Why? When? Who? Where?
Stop asking me all of these questions, you already know I don't care
You can see these VS1's hundreds of miles away like a flare
But I just pulled up in that one of one, Richard Millie and McLaren (Let's go)
All of my clothes they be coming from Italy
Couple shooters, for a band, they do anything
Sipping the Wock', I'm not drinking no Hennessy
400 to cop the shoes [?] the embassy
Elon Musk [?], I doubled the ecstasy
Feds doing shit for some clout, get a penalty
Making money every day, that's my specialty
"Yeat, can I suck it?" I told her potentially