[Intro]
You're an asshole, you think you know me
Graveem1nd
Zeke, shut the fuck up
Haha
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"
You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red
He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed
My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over, you gon' see a whole lot of red
Okay, stop
Run-Run it back, bitch, I need my money up
Fuck that check up like a slut
Keep your head down, 7-Up
Hit that boy up with the (Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I love the tris and I pour it again
Fuckin' that ho in the back of the Benz
Graveed up now, don't need no friеnds
In Gravee I trust, in Gravee I spend
Pull up to the party and leavе with a body that don't always mean that I'm keeping it tucked
If I'm in the cut with your bitch and her friend then I guess you can say that you ran out of luck
Money counter go (Beep) and it's stuck
All this fucking mud on me and I'm stuck
If she want it, I'ma buy her a butt
Took two L's, now I get buck
Shoutout that bitch 'cause she built like a truck
In love with the money, I'm adding it up (Woo!)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, dressed up in black and I'm counting these bands, I be fucking on thots and I'm feeling like Batman
That boy, he washed up, that boy he drowning, just like it's been trill, I put him in hashtags
That boy he big body, hefty, hefty, hefty, I'ma put him in a trash bag
She said she tryna make money so send me the CVV, give me the name to your $Cashtag
Walk in the bank and I'm laughing, ha
All of this money, it give me a flashback
Might pop a Perc on my tongue when I fly back
If I go out then I'm going out high class
Bust on her face and I'm hitting her eyelash
I swear I'm blind when it come to the price tag
Break the side window and then I'ma hijack
He wanna test me, I told him to try that (Woo!)

[Outro]
DJ Kai
Gravee
Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?"
You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red
He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed
My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over you gon' see a whole lot of red
Okay, stop