[Chorus: Casper TNG]
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse
I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course
Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course
He want beef, of course
Does he want meat? Abort
I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these n***as snorin'
I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in
Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin'
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse

[Verse 1: Casper TNG]
Pull up, Porsche
I don't really feel like walkin'
You so bored, that release you waitin' on, I copped it
Cops made me nauseous, we ain't had no option
She wanna run from the kids, I told her she gon' swallow it
Lil' n***a, he want problems, he don't want no politics
Pull up Porsche, shit, she thought she was loyal, she won't hop in it
Then they booked me for some shows unless they guapin' it
Not unless the guap legit, not unless the spot is lit
But it will be 'cause we poppin' bitch
I'm in the cut, I do my glizzy dance, K Money, money boppin', bitch
And I bet shorty wanna rock wit' it
Yeah, I bet shorty wanna thot to this
Yeah, shorty wanna thot to this
She asked my name but she knew my name
Yeah right, lil' bitch, I ain't new to games, uh
G-Star or Balmain's, uh
Fuck a True Religion Buddha man, uh
[Chorus: Casper TNG]
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse
I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course
Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course
He want beef, of course
Does he want meat? Abort
I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these n***as snorin'
I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in
Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin'
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse

[Verse 2: LB Spiffy]
Pull up in a Porsche, in sport
You look like a dork
My money is short
Now I got hunneds bands on me, that's so saucy
She could eat me like a frosty
Told LS be a boss g
I got a lotta bands on me
She got a lotta hands on me
I got a lotta fans homie
Goofy n***as ain't my fomlay
And I got a family to feed
And I got the shit she need
So she said work on a beat
Shorty, I come wit' the heat
And n***as think shit sweet 'til we pull up cut, meat
I'm talkin' 'bout Wendy's, n***as
I might like Fendi but I gotta swag on
I put a bag on, I don't mean to brag
Shordy reaches for the money I had
I think it's just me and the cash
I treat the cash like my dad
Call the cash your grand-dad
Pepe chew with the man
Shit could get tragical
Whippin' the magical
I want the Porsche, I want the horse
[Chorus: Casper TNG]
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse
I just spent a bag and my swag on fleek, of course
Why I got bags on my eyes? I get no sleep, of course
He want beef, of course
Does he want meat? Abort
I think they hatin' on me, chase a bag, these n***as snorin'
I think they ratin' on me, police tried to kick my door in
Whip up in the mornin', spent a bag this mornin'
Pull up, Porsche, headless horse