[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]
Woah, ayy, ayy, ayy
I just knocked a bitch up at Sundays
Hit my whip, make yo n***a be like, "One day", ayy
You turn me down, now it's too late
All these diamonds got my exes saying, "Touché"
Yeah, I don't fuck with you, you the opposite
You was hating when a n***a became opulent
Woah, on the freeway flying
I'm fresh to death, but I don't plan on dying
Touchdown, lil' n***a, we don't do punts
Extendo out the window, no, not two blunts
Young n***a front a flex me and all my flaws
I used to live in [?], me and all my dogs
It wasn't one, so I made a way
Hopped up out the Bentley dressing like I'm TJ Fadeaway
Got these hoes jocking me, yeah, me and [?]
Pull up on the block, pumping bass, hella 808

[Verse 2: Lil Yase]
Whoa, whoa, I, I, I, I, goddamn
Young n***a, pull up in a red Lamb
Two tone trunk and I shoulda made my ram
N***a in LA like the motherfuckin' Rams
I don't want your weed, n***a, you be smoking [?]
[?]
Next week, n***a, catch me at the Summer Jam
[?]
Kick her in her ass, [?]
[?]
Getting my respect like I'm the motherfucking grands
[?] sorry 'bout the pause
I'ma do a n***a like [?]
[?] saying fuck the law
I be doing me so I hope you doing y'all
[?] or please don't even call
[?] see me, then they fall
N***as in my DM, [?]
They be in my shows, I don't see 'em like I'm Charles
I'ma run it up, let that n***a [?]
[?]
I don't know her name, but that bitch, she in my drawers