[Intro]
Rockstar shit, yeah
Smokin' on my cig, yeah
Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah
And this bitch so thick, yeah
Glamour, uh, galore, huh
(D. Hill)
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh
I want more, yeah

[Verse 1]
Slatt, yeah, hold up
My bitch unreal, yeah (Real, yeah)
I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)
Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah), Homixide (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)
Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah)
YSL cheetah jeans (Yeah)
She's a cheater, she a cheater, she with me again (Oh, yeah)
Don't get caught in the mix talkin' 'bout me again (Ah)
Aim at a opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)
He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)
Everything I do, I put it in verses (Yeah)
Upside-down crosses, yeah, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)
Pussy ass n***a (Yeah), get to workin', yeah (Okay)
Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)
Pussy n***as, yeah, they stay hating, yeah (Uh-uh)
N***as ain't even on my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)
I'm in L.A., like what's brackin'? Yeah (Bitch)
Uh-uh
N***as not me, yeah, rockstar life, The Beatles, baby [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)
[Bridge]
Uh-uh (What?)

[Verse 2]
Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve
I'm that shit, I'm that bih', yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)
Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been geeked (Yeah), yeah, uh-uh (What?)
All these hoes like to tweak, yeah-yeah, uh-uh
Audemars playin', that's just on my timezone (Zone)
I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mode)
All these n***as know that I been havin' hoes (What?)
And I been havin' the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, oh, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide) I'ma thug it out, ho'
I been a pro (Okay)
I'm a young n***a (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Let's go, okay)
Sell drugs, somethin' on the low (Okay)
If I see a opp comin', yeah, aim at the hoe (Okay, okay)
We gon' aim at the 'O, huh-huh
If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash on the dough, huh-huh
We might crash on your folks, I might kick through yo' door (Why?)
I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)
Young n***a, been the G.O.A.T
Throw your horns up, hoe
Throw your horns up, hoe (Yeah)