[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
She said "I can't fuck with him, he way too picky"
I just spilled a pint of lean on all my Dickies
I got 30 bitches in the Appalachians
Mountain, as the time ticks, they acting weirder
Check my tag, the numbers count on all my sweaters
Boy, that's Margiela
N***a you know you ain't counting cheddar
Ask your baby girl who fuck her better
Bitch it's 20-15, it's Trick Daddy
Whippin' n***as like the slave master
20 karats in my left wrist, I'm a youth pastor
Sliding down your city real slow
Braids out with the red 'fro
With the platinum teeth, n***a good grief
When a n***a smile all you see is bling
Chef Master when I start up beef
Got these n***as hating cause I mm, damn
N***as hating cause I'm flexing harder
Quick to run it up like Tiki Barber
Chopper make a n***a think smarter
Chopper make a n***a second guess
Is this n***a here really my n***a, or am I just trying hard to impress?
Hmm, now he thinking
Diamonds sparkle got these n***as blinking
Chardo-Sunday nights, momma drinking
Demon soul inside a holy heaven
[Verse 2: Soop]
I'm in this ditch like a camper
Creeping, late night in I'm a vamper
Don't let my young boys attack you
I'm with that shit like a pamper
They say that they trick but I'm Damper
When I'm in that bed it ain't Tamper
These n***as be creeping like cancer
She jump on my pole like a lancer
I'm red-on-red look like I'm Prancer
Dib and dabbing in the London cabbie
Boy that yappa-chopper started thunder clapping
N***a rah-rah like a dungeon dragon
And a cra-cra if you think you capping
But my 'migos stamping me a newer package
I'ma ship it over to an Egypt palace
Sippin' lean out a golden chalice
While he looking like a fucking salad
You could see the karats in the band of children
I'm across the water looking like a pilgrim
Money, money, what an open feeling
Y'all been watching looking like a thriller
Always street-whippin' looking like I'm Tigger
Boy that new thing looking like Shakira
And she give thanks like we in November