[Intro]
Like damn DJ Phat you [?]

[Chorus]
12:45 up in the stu’ I’m on some 3,0 shit
Please turn that shit off, Ion’ wan’ hear yo’ shit
Im on Migo lit, in that Zo6
Bro been smokin’ out that bowl, he got his P.O. pissed
I got 2 many, money, flooded on my wrist
Iced-out G-Shock, stuntin' on a bitch
Broke boy fake flexin’, frontin' for a bitch
Shawty suck I ain’t finna’ take you to no beach
Ran it up now a n***a worth a couple keys
Ridin’ round switchin’ 'em lanes come have fun with me
She ain’t touch her toes I left her at a double tree
Cut your head off, bitch you thinking ‘bout dubbin’ me?
Macking on his hoe, he say he finna dump at me
I’m smokin’ real deal za you smokin' Pazham Pori
I’m gettin’ real deal money so I’m cutting cheese
Smokin’ on that shit ha
Goyard bag I did that
Ice my bitch I did that
Free my bro I did that
20 on clothes I did that
Post up at your kickback
Slap It on yo’ bitch ass, you say some get yo’ shit smacked
All white like a Tic-Tac
Got Louis, Prada mix match
Speedin’ in that bitch fast they look for me on dispatch
These n***as some nick-nacks
Im harder than a six pack
Hunnids’ yeah I need that I’m in love with that ganache
[Transition]
(D- D- D- D- D- D- Dj Phat)

[Intro]
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Uhuh’ ,Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus]
Push start jump in that whip
Push start jump in that bitch
Bought a Franck Muller, I flooded my wrist
I ain’t have none, so I flex my shit
Hold up’ the chop got kick
Hold up’, the bag? Gone lick
I needa’ gun finna’ tote my stick
I don’t like scammer girls, give me a ick
We in the function we too lit
Why them people tryna’ find the way I live
She want me to cuff her, she got kids? oh my God!
I don’t know, the way she eats it’s a facade
N***a ain’t livin’ large

[Verse 1]
C43 in garage, I might whip that bitch to the stars
Im high off my mind, spend that dough shit on the floor
Baby you need a n***a that pour
How yo’ hellcat came with a no
N***a I’m with the woes
This shit go how it gon’ go how it's gon’ go
Ima’ keep ballin' on n***as
They ain’t never had my back I don’t like countin’ on n***as
3.5 In the wood, no I ain’t rollin’ no swisher
Run up, n***a, wish you would? N***a get rolled like a swisher
Bitch I'm top G. ya’ n***a too official
She asked me like "do you miss me?"
I told that bitch I do not miss her
[Chorus]
Push start jump in that whip
Push start jump in that bitch
Bought a Franck Muller, I flooded my wrist
I ain’t have none, so I flex my shit
Hold up’ the chop got kick
Hold up’, the bag? Gone lick
I needa’ gun finna’ tote my stick
I don’t like scammer girls, give me a ick
We in the function we too lit
Why them people tryna’ find the way I live
She want me to cuff her, she got kids? oh my God!
I don’t know, the way she eats it’s a facade
N***a ain’t livin’ large