[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
(M-M-Marvy Ayy)

[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my dick like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n***as that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n***as still sleepin' on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats

[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
I woke up this morning, I look in the mirror, I'm glad to be me (I'm glad to be me)
Then I run up my racks for the whole fuckin' day, then I go back to sleep (I go back to sleep)
Bro, you just like your diamonds, you fake as a bitch, boy, you need to decease (Yeah, you need to decease)
Yes, I'm fly as a pilot, my diamonds legit and they wet like a sea
(Let's go, let's go, okay)
I'm with Bans in this bitch, we got freaky hoes (We got freaky hoes)
I like when the pussy be tight like a Cheerio (Like a Cheerio, woo)
I like rocking expensive materials (Materials)
She put the drugs on her tongue, I'm like, "Here we go" (Here we go)
I know they mad that I'm happy
I was fucking your bitch, you was playing a game
I can see how that made you unhappy
No kids, but she calling me daddy
Why you keep talkin' down about me? I'ma put your ass right in a Caddy (Grrt, baow), uh (Ayy)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my dick like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n***as that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n***as still sleepin' on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats

[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
Money on money, hundreds on hundreds, woah
I ride around with that cutter
How you gon' fuck on my brother
Then you gon' tell me you love me?
Young n***a straight out the slum
I ain't had no food in my tummy
Hundred racks in the Goyard
N***as sweet, I want no war (No war)
Just a young n***a, I get to the money, I break the bank
Say you robbed me, that shit there cap, that shit no way
Hit from the back, I pull out, bust all on her lace
These n***as broke as fuck, I see it in they face
They know how I come, I'm so 1OF1 (So 1OF1)
Me and Tracy like blood, we got millions (Millions)
We straight out the slums, get flyer than dubs (Flyer than dubs)
Good girls like nuns, I shoot up the club
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Okay, she suck on my dick like she wanna get married (She wanna get married, woo)
But I'm not fucking that bitch, we like Joseph and Mary (Joseph and Mary)
Too many racks, this shit getting scary (Shit getting scary), hold on
I do not rap, so please don't compare me
To these n***as that want clout more than they want the bag
I'm finna move out of my house into another pad (To another pad)
These n***as still sleepin' on couches, what the fuck is that? (What the fuck is that?)
Feel like Future, walkin' 'round in Gucci bucket hats (Ayy)