[Intro: Autumn! & Yeat]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (It's like, at this point)
Woah, woah, woah (What you tryna do?)
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah (Ayo Ian)

[Verse 1: Autumn! & Yeat]
I've been getting to the muhfuckin' money, don't know what you've been up to
I really think it's funny, competition gettin' too comfortable
Back then, I ain't have shit to my name but now I got way too much here to do
Bitch, I ain't got time to be fuckin' with you (No)
On my way to the top (Let's go)
We in that muhfuckin' drop top-top (Oh, yeah)
And your bitch give me slop top-top (Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Me and my n***as goin' way too fast-fast-fast, hell no, can't stop-stop-stop
Hold up, gang, there's a opp-opp-opp
Finna send a couple shots-shots-shots (Blatt)
Yeah, we aimin' at your top-top-top
XD on me gon' pop-pop-pop
We gon' get shit bustin', call up Weiland, gеt your addy', It's nothin'
This shit magic, I turn nothin' into somethin', yeah, yeah
Thе way she suck me, man, this shit so fuckin' lovely, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Yeat]
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot
[Verse 2: Yeat & Autumn!]
Get to it, bitch love cock-cock-cock, yeah, hm, ha-ha-ha
(Bitch just love, bitch just love cock, yeah, haha)
Girl, I love my freaks, yeah (Freaky)
Shoutout my flees, yeah
Diamonds on me, they got a breeze, yeah (Phew)
Shawty, please, yeah
She love me and my cheese, yeah
Whole lot of whips like keys, yeah
Balenci', Balenci', my B's, yeah
Chilly on chilly Moncleezy, yeah

[Refrain: Autumn!]
Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap
Hah, this that new Moncleezy, I get this shit way too easy
I get the bands, yeah, in that breezy, and that's facts
She see me, she get to screamin'
Take her to the room, she started eating
Now she saying she my bitch, but that's cap

[Chorus: Yeat]
You not sippin' lean, sip Tussin' (Tussin')
Yeah, we sippin' on Wock'-Wock'-Wock' (Wock')
She gon' give me that top-top-top (Don't stop)
Yeah, told her, "Don't stop, don't stop" (Don't stop)
We pull up, we pop-pop-pop
And them stone cold diamonds go, "Yeah-yeah-yeah"
Got money on me, that new cha-cha-cha
Two bad freaky bitches do the Wock'-Wock'-Wock'
Throw it up, fuck it up, do the hopscotch-scotch
They don't do it like us, they do a lot-lot-lot