[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
N***a dissing me, better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
Rocking fronts on front, got a chopper in the trunk
And the trunk in the front, I could teach you how to stunt
Just like 50, all these n***as silly
I'm at Neiman while your n***a shop at Tilly's
He at Pac Sun, I'm where you get the packs from
Where we take your pack and you won't get it back from
Where we fuck your bitch but only from the back, son
She fucking me and Yachty, said that we both handsome
I get a lot of boats, I serve a lot of yachty
Fucking on the hoes, I ain't cuffin' on no thotties
Perkies in my body, stunting is a hobby
Peewee Longway how I'm running 'round the lobby

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
N***a dissing me, better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I get money, fuck beef
I got way too many shooters for a n***a touch me
Still shit on the block, that's why the junkies love me
Whip up cookie just so I can serve my aunty
We still in the streets like we don't know where we should go
Still with the n***as that was with me, I was broke
I ain't have no money for the store, I stick it up
Now I'm up, ayy, tell Ron Ron load it up
Why you n***as keep tryna test me
N***a prolly mad 'cause his bitch wanna sex me
Hop out with the chopper sprinting like a track meet
Balling NBA I'm shooting like a athlete

[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
N***a dissing me, better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Bitch it's big ass Boat, walked in wearing loafs
50 meters from here, I got gang with the scope
10 thousand dollars, spent that on a Louis coat
30 thousand dollars on my momma's mink coat
I'ma talk my shit, I was broke
N***as laughing but I'm rich, what's the joke?
Now I'm with Shoreline, pouring four lines
Talking down on gang, gang gon' kick your door down
Think this shit sweet, on God, go and try
Fuck wrong with that n***a, leave his ass on the side
Think this shit sweet, on God, go and try
Fuck wrong with that n***a, leave his ass on the side
[Hook: Lil Yachty]
Pop out get some money
AR-15 in the trunk I paid on the dummy
Nah I ain't hood, wish you would, on my mommy, uhh
Talking to these hoes like I'm Gandhi
Yeah I'm nice but I still tote a Tommy
Big ice try to catch up, self homi-
N***a dissing me, better look out for his aunty
Chopper get to singing like Ashanti