[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Hey, Kay, nah-nah, c'mon, man
My favorite pop to
Damn, Baby doin' hits as fuck
My favorite pop to, bich
Shit, huh, Wa-Water burns so bright

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
My favorite pop to drop in is faygo cream
My favorite gun, I got is a Glock 10 mili with the beam
I finally learned that all ain't good
All ain't what it seems
I know it's suicide sippin drank
But I love lean
I first fell in love with codeine, when I was a teen
I told my dawg we can't get rich, when we actin stringy
The real fuck wit me cus I'm real and it ain't really many
My n***a don't get tricked out the bag playing snake it's planty
Move along
We ain't entertaining rat n***as who do singalongs
Opp backs, beatin down you chest just like King Kong
Bitch thinking I'll aplogize, n***a we ain't wrong
Bitch suck dick like Kirby, but she hate all my song
Where I'm from it don't matter, I'm glad I mate it out
All n***as do is chatter, they never shut theit mouth
I ain't finish school, I was too broke used Ebt at Ralph's
CC's on a VPN tryna bust a bin
Getting flights hoping dat it strike on the other end
I might, let her spend the night, if she tell a friend
Good reviews even if it's bad bring a clientele
Bitch think I believe every word, she ain't lying well
Scale brock? Fuck the circumstances we gone eye it den
Scope on the steak like a micro sized trying pan
I nut on her face good for heskin like Collagen
My lil brother shoot better then me like I play for the Pelicans
Slugs in the judge knock the brains out a elephant
N***as worried bout what I do, they not masculine
Nails painted still gang bangin, BG chainbangin
Chain hangin earrings big blangin, fuck what they thinkin
Rolls Royce tank black on black, we is no linkin
Draft day up next, five on it like Abraham Lincoln
Ten Mill without blinking, Concrete Boys, Know We ain't shrinking!
[Verse 2: Mellow Rackz]
I can't steal from Uncle Sam, you know that's my mans
Fuck I lied just made hundred bands and I ain't even try
Why would I switch up on my mans, I'm a do the time
Nike's tied if you checkin, I ain't never trippin
Pocket full, give it all in blues know my hunnids crippin
Equipped with tools moving like a villain, fuck it never slipping
Pick a side multimillions know you who really winnin
Can't even lie I'll go against you but you ain't really willing
Bitch, move along
The things I do ain't right but I can't do no wrong
You bitch pulled up w no chesse but pussy provolone
He fucking asked me for my nuber type the digits wrong
Thug passion red lights tinted, we fuck to gangster songs
How could you shine like me? We si's in your prong
I just went Richard Mil with the burk burk
Somebody tell Soulja boy that was me first
Got corvette in the living room, I barely drive
Yeah I said it's in the living room, I'm verified
All this fucking money scaring me, I'm terrified
It's ok bitch I grew up we some scary guys
(All is racks on is bitches, Lot of fuck on in up)