[Intro]
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
Smoke him like a Newport, I'll smoke him like a cig
Butterfly doors on the coupe, watch 'em lift
Burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
Bitch, I got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
Count a hundred thousand in your face, doin' it big
Charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
Try to snatch a chain, we gon' split a n***a wig

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Put a lil' bitch in Margiela, young n***a ain't know no better
She was fuckin' on all my fellas, and I'm ridin' 'round with Berettas
Smoke a n***a like a cig, and I'm in this bitch, you dig?
Pop a n***a, lose his limbs, blood pooled out, watch him swim
Let's go, let's go, oh
Let them bodies hit the floor, oh
Double C, that's on my toe, oh
I had to take a n***a ho, oh
That's just how the game go
Take a n***a bitch, I had that lil' bitch hittin' notes
Ice on my neck cold, pull up with a brand new Rolls
All the chains on my neck choke, blew the top like Lil Boat
Raf Simons on my coat
2Pac, put a ring in my nose
Ain't goin' out bad about these hoes
If you chose, it's gon' show, woah
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
Smoke him like a Newport, I'll smoke him like a cig
Butterfly doors on the coupe, watch 'em lift
Burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
Bitch, I got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
Count a hundred thousand in your face, doin' it big
Charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
Try to snatch a chain, we gon' split a n***a wig

[Verse 2: Tray Tray]
Black and brown Dracos, we just call them bitches twins
She gon' fuck the gang, and after that, she gon' be lit
I keep poppin' 30s, doctor said I need to quit
Yeah, I'm an asshole, 'cause baby, I'm the shit, uh
Amari when I walk, it's double C's on the kicks
Car come apart as soon as I hit a switch
I know you a bitch 'cause you talk more than your bitch
She gon' suck my dick and you gon' kiss her on the lips, uh
Nasty young n***a, I might hit it with her friend
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, n***a, I don't understand
Glizzy got a drum and it sound like a band
Fifty thousand stuffed in the bag, won't fit in my pants
I got all my n***as 'cause we all come from the same
She don't fuck with you 'cause you be cappin', you a lame
I can't wear this drip no more 'cause it won't feel the same
And I can't fuck that bitch no more 'cause I forgot her name
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Hop straight off a jet to a check, do you dig?
Smoke him like a Newport, I'll smoke him like a cig
Butterfly doors on the coupe, watch 'em lift
Burglar bar doors when you pull up to the crib
Bitch, I got the chopper on me now, do you dig?
Count a hundred thousand in your face, doin' it big
Charge a half a hundred thousand dollars for a gig
Try to snatch a chain, we gon' split a n***a wig