[Chorus: Future, Lil Yachty & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Big Lambo')
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (You dig?)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Woo)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Yeah)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Flex)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Bet you won't get no murders out me (Homicide, homicide, yeah)
Go tell the cops (Flex up), I bet you won't get no murders out me

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Flex up, racks up (Homicide), flex up (What?), racks up (Yeah)
Flex up (Flex up), racks up (Racks up), flex up (Flex up), racks up (You dig?)
Sticks up, sticks up (What?), sticks up, sticks up (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Racks up (What?),I'm in this hoe with a big cup (Bitch)
Forty-five hundred a liter (Slatt)
Forty-five hundrеd a liter (Yeah)
I'm in this hoe with a big cup (Yеah)
It's forty-five hundred a liter, uh
I got codeine in a white cup
I got codeine in a white cup
I got codeine in a white cup
I'm in the trap with a white slut
I fuck the bitch, she a white slut
I got these bitches on white, yeah
Racks up (What?), racks up (What?)
Racks up (What?), racks up (What?)
Flex up (What?), racks up
I'm tryna go shake, yeah
I'm tryna go shake, yeah
Uh, I'ma pick out the bank
Yeah, I aim at the bank, yeah, I aim at the bank, yeah (What?)
I aim at the bank, yeah (What?), I'm killin' the bank, yeah
I aim at the bank, yeah, I pick out the bank, yeah
I bring out the—, yeah
I bring out the K's, yeah, uh
Aim at your face, yeah
Aim at your face, yeah, uh
Pick out the rack, yeah
Uh, I pick out the K, yeah
I pick out the K, yeah
I pick up the Drac', yeah (Slatt)
Fuck on your bitch, yeah (Bitch)
Aim at her face, yeah (Slatt)
Come on your block, yeah (Yeah)
Shoot at your bae, yeah (Yeah)
Pick up the bank, yeah
I pick up the—, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I pick up the K, yeah
I pick up the Drac', yeah
Uh, I slide on yo' block, yeah
Uh, [?], yeah
All I got is face, yeah
All I got is faith, yeah
I'm tryna spray, yeah
All I got is faith, yeah
Uh, shoot at ya face, yeah
Uh, shoot at ya face, yeah
Spray it like mace, yeah
I'm spraying like mace, yeah (What?)
Spray it like mace, yeah
I spray it like mace, yeah (What?)
Uh, I spray out 'bout cake, yeah
Yeah, you spray 'bout some cake, yeah (What?)
You spray 'bout some cake, yeah
Uh, I came with the eight, yeah (What?)
Uh, came with them eighths, yeah
I'm on the eight, yeah (What?)
Uh, I'm rockin' with eight, yeah
Yeah, get killed on a date, yeah
Yeah, my n***as won't wait, yeah
Uh, can't go on no date, yeah
Can't go on no date, yeah
Uh, I cannot wait, yeah
Uh, I caught a opp lackin', yeah
He was on a date, yeah
I got a AP on my arm, my bitch got a back, yeah
Shoot at ya face, yeah
I cannot wait, yeah
I got some hoe, ooh, ooh
We goin' on dates, yeah
These n***as be sippin' the green
These n***as be sippin' the green
I'm never sippin' the green—, uh
I'm never sippin' the green
I'm poppin' shit, just like a bean, yeah
I'm fallin' in love with codeine
My baby, she think I'm a fiend
I really be servin' the fiends
I'm rollin' on X and codeine
I'm rollin' on X and codeine
I'm rollin' on X and codeine (Homixide)
I'm poppin' on X and codeine (What?)
I'm doin' them drugs, mean
I'm doin' them drugs, mean
That white hoe love me
That white bitch love me, hol' up, yeah
[Chorus: Future & Playboi Carti]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Get it)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (You dig?)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Six speeds, Bentleys, APs, that shit light
Two-piece, FNs, red dots, chop your height
His bitch posted us on her story, now he tight
My bitch, she know better, she do that and she might die
I was buyin' Birkins at eighteen (Yeah, yeah)
That's why she don't mind the B's, fuck you mean? (Woo)
My Spur fatal, rock 'em, cradle (Grrt)
I don't hang with brokes, I don't take advice (Boom)
N***as snitchin', meet in person, feds tapped bro device
Spent a quarter like a hoarder, ball like Jerry Rice

[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah

[Post-Chorus: Future & Lil Yachty]
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Go tell the cops, I bet you won't get no murders out me
Bet you won't get no murders out me
Go tell the cops (Yeah), I bet you won't get no murders out me (Go)
[Verse 3: Future]
Flip flop, drop-top, swap out, four-door Rolls
Pill poppers, head doctor, she swallow it up, woah, woah, woah
Big as a Bronco, big-ass chopper, rings lightin' up, woah, woah, woah
Hella boppers suck me proper, like to gobble, woah, woah, woah
Richard Mille aquia, I'm flippin' that tilapia
Turn the temperature way up, they can't get in the way of us
Private invitational, but everyone is safe to come
Gotta make my haters mad, give 'em somethin' to talk about
Take a bitch from south of France, push her back to Waffle House
Murder on the case, I had to spazz, fuck her doggystyle
I don't know how to be a normal n***a, one thing I forgot
I got blood then on the floor, but now I ball like basketball (Burr)

[Chorus: Future]
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah (Lambo')
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah (Tell the cops)
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah
Flex up, stretch out, big bands, woah, woah, woah

[Outro: Future]
Bet you won't get no murders out me
(Big bands), woah, woah, woah