[Chorus]
Yeah, Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat Fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the Percs up, baby, then I dip
We got Percs, lean, Addy', take yo' pick
I got drank, lil baby, take a sip
We gon' hit that n***a up cause we can't chill
Fake ass Moncler and Rick
We got free smoke, baby, what's the deal?
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns, lil n***a, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
If you want sum' smoke, just send your location

[Verse]
Smokin' gas pack, I walk up in Neiman
He a lil' small, that shit look easy
That n***a cannot kick it
Can't fuck with y'all for a minute, these lil' bitches are finished
They ask me, "Can I kick it" they tryna get these lips
I'm just running to the riches
He not talking 'bout business, he wanna talk 'bout bitches, but I ain't really with it
For them fuckin' bucks, n***a, I be itchin'
I know n***a ain't got none, but we send bitches to go kill you
We gon— banana peel you
If we talkin' them figures
Number nine my denim
These them pretty pictures
We gon' give that boy a haircut, that n***a so fried
G-two-three, it tell you, "Bye bye"
She'll suck my dick cause I'm so fly
Red bottoms when I hit the boulevard
V12, vroom vroom, in the car
Let's jump, let's go very far
Navy Seal, baby, I keep a couple arms
Where I'm at? With your mom
Yeah, throw back, gotta get it where it started
Yeah, laughing to the bank, hahaha, haha
[Chorus]
Number nine jeans hold my shit
Fur coat Fendi fab-a-ric
Pick the Percs up, baby ,then I dip
We got Percs, lean, Addy' take yo' picks
I got drank, lil' baby, take a sip
We gon' hit that n***a up cause we can't chill
Fake ass Moncler and Rick
We got free smoke, baby, what's the deal
And these racks they stand so tall
You got guns, lil' n***a, show us
I can tell you ain't got no aim bro
If you want sum' smoke, just send your location