[Intro]
Ooh Dunk Rock

[Chorus]
Ayy, way too much drip for a bitch
I just be kicking up puddles and shit
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she fuck with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong

[Verse 1]
All of them doubted me, you know undoubtedly
Gotta go harder than harder than hard
They on the moon while I shop for the stars
I can never slow down like no breaks in a car
Started off as a dream, now ain't nobody can fuck with my team
Expensive, the drip, Alexander McQueen
Can't fall in love, she want money and things
I know she just want the diamonds and rings, yeah
She ain't want me then but she heard that I'm on
Fuck it, I'm gone, yeah (Ayy)
Only thing thumbing is bitches and hunnids
Shawty, yeah, she like to yell when she cummin'
I'm with her friends and they all start assumptions
They like, "Why you ain't say nothing? You must've been bluffing"
[Chorus]
Ayy, way too much drip for a bitch
I just be kicking up puddles and shit
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she fuck with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong

[Verse 2]
She wanna find my heart but she can't find that shit
Don't worry baby girl, never mind that shit
Don't play about me, I won't play about you
But I've seen so many things that just ain't come true
We just go around and around and around
But I just wanna see you go down, down, down
I just wanna be the best in town (Town)
Can't focus on you right now (Now, now, now)

[Bridge]
I just wanna see you go down, down, down
Sah-nah-nah, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Down, down
Oh-woah, oh, oh-oh
[Chorus]
Ayy, way too much drip for a bitch
I just be kicking up puddles and shit
Blue Balenciaga all over the kicks
Watch how you talk but my shooters don't miss
Ain't want me then, now she fuck with my songs
She come to my crib with her tights and a thong
That n***a a simp, we don't get along
Ayy, gas, she hittin' it strong