[Verse 1 ]
Oo yuh oo oo yuh yuh oo aye

Fuck what you thank
Put some more ice in my drank
Might hit the bank
Diamond water fish tank
I got the wok
Told her hide it in my sock
Totin' the Glock
Fuck around get shot

[Verse 2: Jank]
N***a try me put 10 shots in his chest
Pussy n***a why you wearin a vest
These n***as funny ha lls
Pull up on em in a muffuckin tesl
N***as copyn me this ain't no test
Fly private jet fuck a southwest
Pop a perc now im itchin my chest
Send a missle wit a text
Your bitch on my dick why she so pressed

[Verse 3: Lil Dom]
Check my wirst its frozen
Dunk dat bih Derozan
Shoot it when im open
Diamonds on me dance
Put you in a trance
No. 9 my pants
Itchy palms like ants
[Verse 4]
I pull up in Audi matte black
Yo bitch on me call it back pack
Might go to L.A blow a stack
I trap and i make it right back
Look at my jeans yea that's rips
Pass her to the team like some chips
My name bet not come out your lips
Unless you want hear ak's rip
Not metro but this shit be be boomin
Catch me in the lamb i be zoomin
I'm makin the hits and im flippin the bricks
Yea, my life is a muffuckin movie
A movie but I am not actin
Fuck with me and I send you ass packin
I better not catch yo ass lackin
I stay with the backends on backends

[Verse 5: Jank]
I keep a shoe string on the mac
Hit a foreign bitch only from the back
My n***a manny blow da paq
Got shooters they stay in Iraq
Free lil Tay k out the stack
Stay 10 toes never lack
Im at the korner call up matt
If you gang then we yell slatt
Your sister topp me dats facts
These n***as goofy like aye pap
Dont fuck that bitch
She got da clap
That n***a snitched he off the map
My n***as trap keep da strap
She call my phone
Like where im at
Shout out dom where you at
"Hey bro"
We cookin up jus call me chef
Ima playboi r.i.p heff
I got da clout I hate the press I fucked your bitch you looked depressed
Im gnarly call me johnny test
Aim at your head fuck a vest
She told you my dick game da best
[Verse 6: Flacko]
Im runnin these racks
Flipping these stacks
Rollie on froze wit yo bitch innna back
Versace my sack
I stay wit da strap
Aiming them thangs hit yo ass inna back
Gucci my cap
Louie my back
Toating these hoes cause I stay wit the racks
NBC n***a you know where im at
Stop guessing lil n***a you know that its facts
Just run me the max
Catch me at LAX
Sippin henney I needa relax

[Verse 7]
Sippin the henney I need to relax
Copped 2 more Glocks call em ruby and max
Got yo Bitch in the back she smokin blacks
Can't fuck wit the gang we run up the racks

[verse 8: Jank]
I hang wit goons we rob a bank
Shawdy tryn link but her pussy stank
My white girls they wear pink
Im wit Zeek and Flacko you can call me Jank