[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got them AKs, I got them sticks, yeah, automatic
We spin like Beyblades, do that shit that's not platinum (Okay)
I'm really on this fashion (Okay), my Glocks matchin' (Yeah)
I'ma let the bitch have it (Yeah), pull up in traffic (Yeah)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin' (Slatt), bitch, I got all these bands (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I get so ratchet (Get lit, blatt)
I'm geeked like a lady (Blatt, blatt)
She ain't used to my lingo (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma make this bitch bag it (Make the bitch, yeah)
Two cup, my Styrofoam (Two, yeah)
My bitch is magic
Lamb' truck, I crash it (Yeah, crash, crash)
I was too busy blastin'
I was too busy havin' (Yeah)
Count it up, I'm havin' (Yeah, yeah)
Rick Owens, I have it (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
CDG, I have it (Yeah, blatt, blatt)
Seen the bitch and I grabbed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
She wants the status
I got a bad bitch
Honey bun in my mattress (Okay)
Have you cuffed, you're a bachelor (Yeah)
Went shoppin' in Badgley's
Got home at sixty (Yeah)
In an all-white Aston (Okay)
How you feel about this heat? (Okay)
I don't know why I'm askin' (Slatt)
I'm a rich-ass bastard (Yeah, yeah)
Get hit, then we pass it (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there (Slatt)
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin' (Slatt), bitch, I got all these bands (Okay)
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck (Slatt, slatt)
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up like a bat (Blatt, blatt)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but all my bloods right here
Stack it up to the top of the buildin' 'til money fall down them stairs
N***as said that they lookin' for me, I'm lookin' back just like where?
I'm a rich ass bastard, we know my status
Pair a bitch right to the ropes, like shit [?]
I had the bitch sittin' on my dick like that shit was a chair (Ew)
N***as said that they pourin' up lean, but your soda look clear
Me and Carti, yeah, we up in the party, we lit just like a flare
Ooh, that Chanel boot, ooh, she not new, huh
We know the opps ain't gon' shoot, huh, 1629 be the crew
Double '016 coupes, money that be the route
She said my huh? Got on her what? That shit it got on her boob

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
I don't know what the opps be thinkin', but I was up right there
Top floor, I'm at top of the buildin', bitch, I got all these bands
I play with that TEC, pull it out on his neck
N***as be wantin' that war shit 'til you pull up