[Intro: Young Thug]
My n***a Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin'

[Verse: Lil Yachty]
These hoes going 'round like a ceiling fan
I might pull up in that pink coat like Killa Cam
In high school, had them black eye peas like ​will.i.am
This bitch suck every season like the L.A. Rams (Suck it)
Used to cop from the flea market from Mr. Chan
Bossed up, now them diamonds in my hand (Yeah)
.223s and them AK's might pop ya mans
N***as biting and they still popping they [?]
I'm the same n***a, ain't shit change n***a
Dark ass tints and wood grain, n***a
In that Range, n***a
I think they mad 'cause I'm on now, bigger homes now (yeah)
3 telephones now can't do a song now (brr, yeah)
And I fuck with Chicago, boy R.I.P LA
I fuck with his little brother, we hung out back in days
Thinkin' this shit sweet gon' run me back to my old ways (Pussy)
Call them savage n***as who gon' shoot you for some J's
And the bitch rub me like Genie
And I'm doing shows in arenas