[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, ayy
Let's go
(D. Hill)
Yeah (Guap)
Let's go

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
Shit, It ain't nothin' to a player
Thought I was bluffin', they didn't care (Woo, yeah, let's go)
They didn't care about me (Woo, woo)
I don't give a fuck what they say about me (Fuck, what they, me, yeah)

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah (I'm up)
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah
Pop me a pill, now I'm up (I'm up)
I done got that vibe (Vibe, vibe)
Baby, tell me once I beat your man (What's happenin'?)
Bitch won't be a man
Whoa, it's not all about your body
It's not 'bout them bands

[Verse 2: Guap Tarantino]
My feelings gettin' deeper every time I go in (Deeper, go in)
Fuck you wanna be, I'm not
Let me tell you what I wanna do (Yeah, tell you 'bout it, woo)
Huh (Aight, let's go)
I wanna fuck in the booth, yeah (Woo)
I wanna get in your tooth (What else? Yeah)
Hit it from the back, knock it loose (Yeah)
She throwin' it back, an alley-oop (Woo)
She want us to match, designer shoes (Woo)
She getting them texts, I'm kinda too (Woo)
Let me put some drip-drip-drip-drip on it, lil' baby (Woo, yeah, drip, drip, drip, drip)
I got big racks, I can bust down your wrist out the roof, baby (Rack-Rack-Racks!)
I'm making money, gon' make me (Me, yeah)
I took a jet to Cali to talk to the label but I came back with some weed (Weed)
I pop an Addy, cause it keep me stable, cuh (Addy, Yeah)
Am I geeked off these pills, or am I fallin' in love? (Fallin' in love)
You keep it real and I keep it real, the race is all above (All above)
I'm drinkin' lean, I got mud in my cup
I'm finna come clean, baby girl, it's up
I say you got a attitude, yeah baby girl you my baddest boo (Baddest boo)
It could be a world where it's just me and you (Me and you)
She rocking diamonds, not no pearls
[?] did it too
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino & Playboi Carti]
Where is my cup? I'm up, yeah
We get the lean, toast it up, yeah (Woo, yeah)
Pop me a pill, now I'm up (Yeah, let's go)
I done got that vibe, baby (Woo, slatt)
Tell me once I beat your man (Yeah, watch your boy)
He won't be a man (Yeah)
Whoa, it's not all about your body ('Bout your body)
It's not 'bout them bands

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Guap Tarantino]
Woo, (Homixide), let's go
I fuck bih right now (Right now, slatt), let's go (Talkin' 'bout)
Off of the bean right now, aye (Slatt, slatt, check it out), let's go
Off of the bean right now (Check it out, check it out, cash), let's go (Homixide)
Yeah, I got codeine (Yeah, yeah)
Codeine cup, n***a, I'm on this codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Too many sluts, yeah, they tryna blow me (Bitch, shut up)
I'm tryna fuck these bitches too slowly (Yeah, yeah)
I can't nut in that bitch, that bitch don't know me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I can't trust that bitch, that bitch don't know me (Yeah, yeah)
Half of these bitches act like police (Yeah)
Half of these bitches act like police, yeah
Matter of fact, all these n***as, yeah, they police
I get the racks, they want some racks yeah (Yeah)
I got them racks, I got some racks, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad, she a white bitch (Yeah, check it out, yeah, yeah)
My bitch bad, she a Black bitch (Yeah, check it out, check it out)
I don't pop Xans, I'm on the Perc, yeah
She got a gun in her purse, yeah
Fuck these n***as, yeah, they lurk, yeah
You'll get robbed out your shirt, yeah, huh
You'll get put on that shirt, yeah, oh