[Intro]
Nine9 made it

[Chorus]
It's Yung Tolli on the beat, ooh
Catch me in Raf Simons, ain't no Yeezy's on my feet (No way)
In some Vlone, man, my style is so complete, ooh
It ain't an oven, but you know I bring the heat, ooh

[Verse]
Don't call me on a Sunday, I'm at church, yeah-yeah
Acne jeans, better do your research, ooh
I ain't poppin' molly, I for sure ain't doin' Percs, ayy
I always score, never hit the woodwork
Chill shawty see the V on my shirt
Yung Tolz, yeah, it's me, skrr-skrr
Clout goggles got me lookin' like I'm Kurt
Cut her off, I can tell that she's hurt
Man, I'm spillin' all this sauce like I'm Heinz
Time is money and I don't waste a dime
She can't feature on my Insta, no, she's a side
Got your girl, break it down like enzymes
So icy, you would think it's wintertime
People tryna ride the wave like it's sine
If style's illegal then all I know is crime
Young G out here shiftin' paradigms
You man are pussy, you man are moving feline
Don't call my phone, this is not a hotline
I'm spaced out, wanna know what's on my mind?
Woah, dollar signs
Boy, I got the juice, Tropicana
Couple months, I'ma blow like Osama
I ain't with the BS, man, I ain't with the drama
North Face or a Supreme parka
Now the girls come back like it's karma
Y Tizzy, they all know I'm a charmer
Your girl a ho and I sure ain't a farmer
Big body G Wagon with some armour
[Brodge]
She was tryna move to me, I had to hit the yeet
Catch me in some Polo, may be looking kinda neat
I ain't do the dirt, man, I keep a clean sheet
Make some money, spend some money, repeat, ooh

[Chorus]
It's Yung Tolli on the beat, ooh
Catch me in Raf Simons, ain't no Yeezy's on my feet (Never, ooh)
In some Vlone, man, my style is so complete, ooh
I'm not tryna bag that girl, I tell her, "Take a seat," ooh, yeah
Had to tell her, "Take a seat," ooh, ayy
It's Yung Tolli on the beat, ooh
Catch me in Raf Simons, ain't no Yeezy's on my feet, ooh, ayy

[Outro]
Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, sauce
I'm ain't tryna bag that girl, I tell her, "Take a seat," skrrt