[Intro: Izaya Tiji]
She tellin' me that she hate me, I know— yeah (BenjiCold, why you icy?)
Yeah, yeah (Hell, yeah)
Yeah (Hell), yeah
Yeah, yeah-ah (BenjiCold, what the fuck is wrong with you?)

[Verse 1: Izaya Tiji & Yeat]
She tellin' me that she hate me (Yeah, bitch), I know I-I got Hellcat (Uh-uh)
Tryna get her and fuck her off (Fuck her off), I'ma shoot in you, pull in your bro
I boutta pull on my body, she [?] too [?] (Yeah)
Broke ass n***a got me some dollar (Broke ass n***a), broke ass n***a (Broke ass n***a)
All you need is skin me (Yeah), I know you wanna eat it, eat it (Yeah)
All you need is skin me (Yeah), ayy, I know you wanna eat me (Eat me)
All I need is to try bean (Bean-yeah), yeah, all I need is to try lean on me, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
All I need is to try bean, yeah (Mh), all I need is to try lean on me, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Yeat]
How the hell you tryna be the G.O.A.T? (Yeah)
How the hell you watching, stealing flows?( Yeah)
How the hell you outchea' with no hoes?(Yeah)
Yeah, I been outchea' with no goal
All of my money euros, yeah (Yeah-ah)
I told my check do a Rolls, yeah
Fuck this bitch, yeah, she [?] toe, yeah (Yeah-ah)
Racks on anything what we go
(Huh, oh)
Diamonds on us, on a boat (Huh)
Cut the top and let it breath, yeah, drop the top and let it smoke (Brr)
Helicopter with the boat (Phew), yeah, Channely, Balenci' my toe (Yeah)
Don't give a fuck I'm on the Xan, I'm on the X and I go (Let's go, yeah)
Yeah, Raf Simons the hoodie (Real), VETEMENTS on a bag (VETEMENTS on a bag)
Number (N)ine on the tag (Number (N)ine), ksubis cheaper than Percs
Yeah, I take about ten thirtys, yeah
These kids are so lying everyday wanna tweet bout some shit like a birdy (Brr, brr)
[Verse 3: SeptembersRich]
Fuckin' winnin', bro, the racks out, I just went and pulled her ass out
Fuckin' bitch in our pass out, In the Hellcat then I crashed out
Popped that Perky then I passed out, are you n***as mad 'cause we up now
Put that Fendi on this bitch's ass now
All I do is get these racks now, all I do is take the X now
Hunnid racks in our tags now, we got percs up in that stash house
Wake up and these racks up in my pocket, I ain't even got a bag now
Fuck a teacher, I ain't never need a class (Fuck it)
All my diamonds real (Real), all your diamonds glass (Fuck y'all n***as)
Now we in the hills, I got bitches smashin'
Callin' my little traffic, spitting like our drivers
(Callin' my little traffic, spitting like our drivers)