[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n***as, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I [?] that ho, she [?]
Then I went and fucked [?]
She suck the tip and don't tell it
Racks out the roof, we gon get it
Bitches, they know we some stars
Go to the lot, and I pick out a car
Got in the booth, they thought I wasn't gonna get far
N***as be cappin, they rap a fasad
Don't need no key, this shit ush to start
Racks in my [?], you know I go large
[?] designer
[?] some beef on a plate like a diner
[?]
We been having hoes [?]
Run up them [?] you know I'm a grinder
Bust down [?] in my wrist, it might blind her
Yeah that lil bitch [?]
I got my own [?]
But I cannot go back [?]
Can't fuck with these n***as, these n***as [?]
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n***as, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Free all my guys, first in the field
[?] sharpening steal
Ready to kill, their life on the line, riding for Boat, play with it, you die
Double M back, 4 X pills, tripple stack, riding Hotwheels
Steppin on backs, n***as ain't real
[?]
Put a bitch on flats, break a pack
Make a 6 off that
My bitch hate me cause I love her [?]
Rats love me, cause I'm rich, that's facts
Tryna act rich, you ain't putting up stacks
Yelling out slatt, big black, I attack (Slatt)
[?] put it on wax
Getting birds, bring this shit back
N***as don't know my body
[?] wrist like a [?]
I ain't ever rode Mazerati
First gun was Mozberg shotty
On god
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Damb my necklace look like a lighthouse
Blow me a band, make it back at the trap house
Can't go out bad, with this stick Imma show out
So many bitches, it feel like a ho house
Rapping it up, we ship it, then go out
[?]
[?] you know we gon shoot
Step on these n***as, we need some more boots
This is a [?] you know I won't lose
All of these hundreds, I get me the blues
Got me some red bottoms, red bottom lubes
Came out the 6, yeah came out the zone
Oh man, just look at the lineup
Got 20 hoes, and they ready to sign up
[?]
[?] now I'm rocking designer