[Intro]
I'ma hop out, boy, you better hop inside (Ha-ha)

[Verse]
Boy, you know this not you, why you move like that?
All my shots finna hit, so I ain't gotta spin back, what?
All my shots finna hit, so I ain't gotta spin back
Yeah, I call up lil' grave and he gon' slide wit' that fa
Yeah, bitches hittin' my phone, I don't want bitch, she a gnat
Yeah, this and that, huh-huh, like, get the fuck back
Nah, he don't know what I'm totin', boy, like, get the fuck back
Boofin' mad, mad bud, smokin' good pack
If I said I'm at the show, I'm probably in the back
Rollin' fuckin' thrax, smokin' fuckin' thrax
I'm booted wit' my twin, and he'll shoot at yo' hat
It's like too many hoes on my one line
What? Bitch just pour the deuce, I'm tryna pour four lines
Told security to let all of the hoes inside
Bye all old hoes, yeah, they gеttin' put aside
I'ma hop out, boy, you better hop insidе
I'ma wild out, why my bro pass me that fye?
I'ma wild out when I get that fuckin' chop'
What? Yeah, huh, I'ma wild out, huh
I got hella hoes on me, I'm like, "What now?"
I got hella bands on me, I'm like, "What now?"
I got—, doin' shows, I'm like, "What now?"
I'm like, "What now?", I'm like, "What now?"
I'm like, "What's next?", huh, what's up in my cloak? Huh
Got that Hi-Tech, don't give no fucks
Don't give three fucks, huh, don't give blue fucks
Yellow fucks, red fucks, green fucks, blue fucks
Hop out of that truck, bitch, I'm really finna shoot somethin'
What? Yeah, bih
Yeah, bih, yeah, bih, yeah, bih