[Intro: Suigeneris]
What you wanna buy? (Skrrt, skrrt)
I can put the blicky in the Ricky's, what you wanna buy?
I can put the Ricky with the blicky when you wanna— (Err)
I can put that Ricky with that blicky, what you wanna buy? (Hey, where's Rolo?)
Go, bitch, go

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my dick up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks

[Verse 1: Suigeneris]
You ain't with the business, you call mommy for your chip, huh?
Hundred dollar shirt, I take it off, you get your shit snuck
Diamonds on your chain, boy, show them off, you got your shit tucked
But, when I pull it out, don't make no noise, don't let your bitch run
And no, this ain't no G-Lock, this an AR, this a big gun
You ain't pull up with a vest and helmet? Boy, you big dumb
You the type to bust inside your head before your bitch come
"Sorry Sui, I ain't mean that comment, I'm a bitch, bruh"
My VLONE is faker than a bitch, it's from the thrift, cuh
You don't got the money for your drip, go hit a lick, son
I ain't have that money for a bit, but now I'm big up
All these comments talking 'bout, "Go get Chris," okay, go get bruh
[Verse 2: yvngxchris]
Yeah, these n***as want me, I had to deliver
He talking 'bout his bitch, I been had his sister
And shawty was smoking my dick like a Swisher
My choppa so pretty, n***a, you should kiss her
You care 'bout your dick? I might shoot at your pisser
If you got a man, I'ma shoot at your mister
Them guns, we got plenty, n***a, better pick one
I got plenty bitches, n***a, which one?
Not the first or the second, the fifth one
Got the stick on my left and I hit some'
Lasso god, she ride like a bike
I told the bitch, "Pull up on the guys"
I pull out my dick, then nut on her eyes
Her shit hella red like shawty was fried
I just bought a chain, wish a n***a would try
Put that shit on my dome and that n***a will die

[Interlude: Suigeneris and yvngxchris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens (Ayy, where you going?) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Best believe I'm sticked up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Hahaha)
Get your bitch ass over here (Skinny jeans and Rick Owens) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, catch his ass, let's go (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Suigeneris]
Skinny jeans and Rick Owens, best believe I'm sticked up
Aim for that hoe, she ate that pressure, licked my dick up
Wockhardt sipper, I put zazzy in my system
Popstar living, I call guys, he for them big bucks
[Outro: Trap-A-Holics]
Real trap shit
Trap-A-Holics, we make it look easy
Fuck with your boys