[Intro: Nyck Caution]
Yeah, ay, yeah
(He's here)

[Verse 1: Nyck Caution]
Been with the shit like I'm ready to die
Y'all for the Migos, I'm ready to fly
Point me the route where my enemies lie
Call up the guys, I'm ready to slide
I'm sick of this shit, I can't belly it
And murder the hero, we getting rebellious
Let me talk to 'em, I'm feeling like Elliot
Dog got the juice, but goddamn it feel glorious (Goddamn)
You know the city notorious
(She wanna) She wanna link, but tonight I'm ignoring it, wait
She took a train from Astoria
Right to the crib for an hour, I torе it up
That's your old girl, I could see what you saw in her
Back to the lab, gotta stick to the formula
I don't takе trips out the country, I tour that shit
Taking these L's to the face like I'm forfeiting
Medium well, raise the stakes, shit I'm torchin it
Never enough, turn it up, I need more of it
(More of it, more of it, more of it)
Soon as that bass drop, I'ma just swing, double D's in a tank top
Open wide baby, I'm tryna hit bank shots
Walking on sunshine, steppin' on raindrops
I was tryna rock like Aesop
Sweet little thing and she suck like cake pop
Not my main thot, so we just BTS, no K-Pop, oh
Yeah, that shit was dynamite, nah, I ain't tryna wipe
Workin' this craft like a brewery
Hoping that her and her friend alike
They tryna see what he brew like a Yemenite
Taking off, go to the moon in my satellite
I was too gone off the shrooms, I'm a parasite
Working too much, had to cop a new terabyte
Blacking out, waking up thinking like, "Where am I?"
[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
Been with the shit like I'm ready to die
Y'all for the Migos, I'm ready to fly
Been with the shit like I'm ready to die
Y'all for the Migos, I'm ready to fly

[Verse 2: Kirk Knight]
I married the money and started a cult
All these foreign bitches fresh off the boat
No serial numbers, I walk with the ghost
Came from the trenches, I ain't have a coat
Extended the visa, rent a two-seater
Bad mamacita, it's cheaper to leave her
I'm cheatin' my vices, money my psychic
Smile in my face, but these haters don't like me
Hit the dealership, duffles on duffles
In the Benz [?] the shuttle
Me, myself, and I had to go huddle
[?] with shorty, she smuggle
Put her on juice, watch her percolate
I told her, "Bag up, we gon' work today"
VIP section from section 8
I can't even understand what a hater say
[?] you ready to die
Been with the shits and I'm ready to
You see the pain in my eyes
No more talkin', you keep feeding me lies
Glock 19 for your demise
Extended-release, the [?] got me high
Nobody move, got the Glock over thigh
Kick back, too big for the size
Seatin' reclined, this money is mine
All the designers sent to the crib, I don't wait in lines
Tell lil' brodie he gon' paint the block like crime
I'm on a money chase, young n***a tryna beat the time
Count up [?]
[Chorus: Nyck Caution]
Been with the shit like I'm ready to die
Y'all for the Migos I'm ready to fly
Been with the shit like I'm ready to die
Y'all for the Migos, I'm ready to fly