[Intro]
(I'm working on dying)
Broke boy
Hello? Hello? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Oogie Mane, he killed it)
I get big guap (Hello?)
That by no choice (Yeah)

[Chorus]
N***as hatin’ (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That’s by no choice
I got big choppers
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys
You's a broke boy
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid
[Verse 1]
This is not a Porsche, this a Rolls-Royce
Pull up in that new Lamb', cost four Fords (Yeah)
Yeah, big shit that you can’t afford, yeah
Pull up skrrtin’ then I slam my doors
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin’ me
I know that they watchin' me, ooh
I can't make a move
I can't make a move
I can’t make a move
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin' me
I know that they watchin' me, ooh (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah)
I can't make a move (Yeah, ayy)

[Chorus]
N***as hatin' (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That's by no choice
I got big choppers
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys (Hey)
You's a broke boy (Boy)
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy (What?)
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid (Fuck it)
[Verse 2]
Girl, you stuck on up
Yeah, you talk too much (Too much)
Never shuttin' up (What?)
She gon' let me fuck
So I butter her up
I don't want the love
So I hit it rough, yeah
Took a hundred shrooms, I was straight to the moon
Pull up in a Doom, yeah, my pockets, it go zoom
Hundred smack-a-roos, I spent that with my goons (Okay, okay)
Four pair of Balmains cost a hundred pack of Trues (Okay)
Diamonds in my molars, I ain't tryna lose a tooth (No)
See me in the bando, know I always got my tool
Know the number one rule that it's really not no rules (Okay)
If she choosin' me I know that lil' bitch choosin' you (Okay)
I was in the Diamond District, bitch, I spent a deuce (Okay)
Went back to the 1600 with all of my jewels (Yeah)
All these cameras on me, would've thought I made the news (Okay)
All this paper on me, would've thought I made the news (Yeah)
Matchin' head to toe, you would've thought I made these shoes (Okay)
These Balenciagas, they ain't comin' out 'til June (Ayy)
I ain't tryna creep, I ain't tryna find no clues (Lil Uzi)
Rather be on stage than to be walkin' in Blues (Lil Uzi)
Bitch in Baton Rouge, she so rude
I can't lose, I'm that dude
Gucci suit, Gucci boots
Gucci coupe, off the goop
Gotta recoupe, need a juice
Shoot the hoop, she so loose
If I hit one gotta hit two
That's my rule, ooh (1600)
[Chorus]
N***as hatin' (Yeah)
Man, it's so annoyin' (What?)
I get big guap (Guap)
That's by no choice (Choice)
I got big choppers (Yeah)
That make no noise
We get fast guap
Y'all them slow boys
You's a broke boy
I'm a cold boy (Boy)
White tennis chains line up on my neck (Yeah)
They look like coke, boy
Oh, you dry snitchin'? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You'll get soaked, boy (What?)
This a Molly, baby
This ain't Altoid (Fuck it)

[Outro]
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi