[Intro]
(021)
Aye-yai-yai-yai (What? What?)
Aye-yai-yai-yai (Yeah)
Aye-yai-yai-yai
Yeah, yeah
(Uno, I killed it)

[Chorus]
Sippin' promethazine (021), whipping amphetamine (Yeah)
Woke up in the limousine, smoking on cookies and cream (Yeah)
Loving the loving, trap like a veteran (Yeah, skrrt)
My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai)
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Wedding band that's on me, look like a wedding (Aye-yai-yai-yai)
She got the work and that's how we flexing me (What?)
Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me
And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline
And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame (Aye-yai-yai-yai)

[Verse]
I come and deport your home, I ain't Mexican
I have some virgins than want to have sex with me
Bitch wanna drill me 'cause I got the recipe
N***as had doubted twice, I got the recipe
I got the chopper, shoot him (Yeah)
I'm gonna shoot him 'til that boy is rest in peace
Look at my diamonds, they blindin' you carelessly
N***as tryna play me like I am a fool
Pity the fool that really trying to play me
Booty stand up like she the real Slim Shady
She a crack baby like she from the eighties
I'm having dope like I'm Lil Baby
Ice in my cup, n***a, come face me
All of this gold really Caucasian
I got the voice for any situation
I got that blicky, licky in particular
Know I throw that blicky if this shit get sticky
She ride on that dick like a Kawasaki
No Parker but what I say about a Willie?
No kids, I got that ho up in a giddy
My diamonds look better when I got on Fendi
My bitch is so pretty 'cause she got on Fenty
Can you get down and gritty when it come to clitty?
You dig what I'm sayin'?
[Chorus]
Sippin' promethazine, whipping amphetamine (Yeah)
Woke up in the limousine, smoking on cookies and cream (Yeah)
Loving the loving, trap like a veteran (Yeah, skrrt)
My bitches are loving it, et cetera, et cetera (Aye-yai-yai-yai)
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Tell me who better than
Wedding band that's on me, look like a wedding (Aye-yai-yai-yai)
She got the work and that's how we flexing me (What?)
Bitch, you'd be lucky if you can stand next me
And my bitch ballin', I'm not Kevin Federline
And I got big birds and they ain't come from Sesame (Brr)

[Outro]
(Brr)
(Uno, I killed it)