[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Grow up, n***a)
Pull up with a forty, not a Glock, n***a, forty thousand
Been to a thousand islands but a n***a never had salad
Mhm

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Go, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up with a forty, not a Glock, n***a, forty thousand
Been to a thousand islands but a n***a never had salad
I really be outside with them boys, my name valid
My brother prolly up in the cell, chillin' on a tablet
I like the boot raw & uncut, not into cows
My n***as really drill in real life, like they name was Axle
He cross me once, we screaming out "Fuck 'em!" like my name was Malcom
For every sack we comin' full speed, tryna make a tackle
We put 'em on the screen for free, just like Crackle
Bro said he had some Act', I told him I'd trade him a pterodactyl
You really upset me, kept it hard, dog, you movin' backwards
I'll shoot forward and knock his ass down make the rest rethink it
Some big shit was in my DMs but I didn't link it
My ex mad I really moved on had to NSYNC it, huh, aye, told her bye bye bye
If im lying im flying, [?]
Cops pulled us over stuffed a bag of X between her thighs
You touch me they at yo neck, like a private school tie
I ain't really tripping off shit, 'cause we all gon' die
Move funny you getting cut off, no time for lies
I got a three piece for the road but forgot the fries
N***a tough as cinderblocks, but he not that wise
His eyes off the pot so he lost, tryna chase the rise
My FN my best friend it'll chop yo size
It'll take you down
Bro fam ain't all straight, they'll take yo crown
Real G's don't like press, they move no sound
Ask bro what he want for Christmas and he said, "More rounds"
Well I'll be damned
Bought new whip and paint it different colors Toucan Sam
I must've got lost in the system they don't know who I am
The truth
[Verse 2: Drakeo The Ruler]
Bitch you know that's us
He's never coming back and that's that so who spoke that up?
Don't gotta ask for work in Cali' yeah we sold that up
My young n***as catching bodies yeah we spoke that up
He might as well walk around [?]
We put his picture on a tee, that's a throwback shirt
Catch him peeping through the blinds I done dome shot perps
You get a 100k views, yo song not working
I shot the 'K so long it won't stop jerking
Got his bitch up in the hills her phone not working
I gave it to her up in plastic the chrome not working
You could never go against me, I'm gone off perkies
I'm tryna bring some hoes over I know gon' slurp me
I had to white cross my bitch it was on her birthday
These rap n***as better act like they know me personally
'Cause if we speaking on a dime we gon' white chalk 'em
2 nines that's a body, we gonna Moss it
I need a 100 million cash n***a fuck yo offer, bitch, yeah