[Intro]
Don't get too close, you won't like what's tucked
He gon' fold like a book
Uh, uh, uh uh uh

[Chorus]
We been countin' up, you stuck in a drought
Bro got a stick in that denim
I don't think you want him to take that bitch out
He tryna say that he with it
Then pull up right now, boy let's see what you 'bout
Oh you ain't got racks? Wanna do something 'bout it?
You sit in yo room and you pout
Talking that shit, you keep running your mouth
I don't know you at all
She wanna fuck 'cause she know that I ball
Maison Mihara, this not off the wall (okay, let's go)
I got that Viv' on my wrist
And I caught your bro gassed buying ice at the mall
Walk in the store I'm like I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it all

[Verse]
No I ain't putting a band on your head
Boy you already know what I'm on
He talkin' shit, let me send him a dollar
I got his lookup, yeah it's over, you gone
Just hit a jugg and I walk into Neiman's
I cop me some drip and I throw that shit on
I got some X, you know I'm tryna zone out
Hop in that SRT and I roll out
[Verse 2]
Don't get too close you won't like what's tucked
He gon' fold like a book
So we gon' pull up and now he shook
I'm juggin' his ass like Tom Nook
I'm juggin' his ass, I'm a lil' crook
I need a bag if you wanna book
I'm rocking Number (N)ine, take a look
I'm walking 'round like a damn rook
I walk around with that damn phew, bee

[Outro]
Talking that shit, you keep running your mouth
I don't know you at all
She wanna fuck 'cause she know that I ball
Maison Mihara, this not off the wall
I got that Viv' on my wrist
And I caught your bro gassed buying ice at the mall
Walk in the store I'm like I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it all