[Verse 1: Hella Sketchy]
'Llari stole my swag, I gotta get it back
Heās all on my track whoa
Yeah heāsā
allā
on my track
Pollariā
stole my swag, heās all onā
my track
I might chase a bag get a foreign allāblack
Yourābitchāhit my phoneājust for aāfollow back
Why am I so sad? Got all of these racks
Smoking out the pack, shawty do not gag
I just popped a Xan, now Iām feeling like Mike
Mix it with the Perc got me feeling alright, whoa
'signer in my closet, yeah Fendi, Off-White, whoa
Pull up on your bitch and I fuck her all night, yea
Fuckinā on your shawty real slow
Pass the double cup, thatās a four
I secure the bag and then I go, whoa
Off of these drugs movinā slo-mo
Fuck everyone in this fuckinā stu
Yāall just want a verse, Sketchers nothinā new
Chicken noodle soup, bitch Iām off the goop
Skrr skrr skrr, in the coupe
All I wanna say, I just wanna get paid
Fuckin' on your bitch, I just fucked your main, whoa
I just fucked your main, whoa
Met her on a plane
[Verse 2: Pollari] Pollari is a bad friend ong
Whoa whoa whoa
Sketchy he a bitch, diamond on my wrist
I might fuck his wife, I might fuck his bitch, whoa
Then I go
How you feelin'?
I want it all, I gotta stack it to the ceiling
My bitch she super bad, yea, she worth a million
I give it to her good, she call me a healinā (whoa)
Okay a healin' whoa
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean
She wanna join the team, yea, wanna join the team
New Supreme on me, all my bitches mean, yea
Wanna join the team, she wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa
She wanna join the team
Whoa whoa whoa, whoa
[Verse 3: Angst]
I just fucked your bitch in the Philippines
Fuckin' with the gang, fuckin' with the team
.30 on my waist, pointing with the beam
Bitch Iām fucked up, Iām rolling off of fucking lean
Bust down to my ankles, bitch got me in shankles
Fuck lighting this candle, my mind got me so mangled
I aināt even do this by myself boy Iām so thankful
I cannot protect all of my friends but I want to
I want you, baby girl I want you
I want you, baby girl I want you
I know Iām a foreign baby you know that I want to
Baby girl I want you
I cannot believe that I could see all of your lies
Talking to me like you knew me looking at my eyes
Donāt know where Iām going with my motherfucking lines
Tell me that you love me baby, tell me that Iām right
Yeah they tell me Angsty, you aināt rockin' with no team
You aināt got no bands, you aināt got no fuckin' beams
You aināt got no money, you aināt sippin' on no lean
Pop another Perc, bitch Iām flying with my team
Iām living my best life (Iām living my best life)
Iām living my best life (Iām living my best life)
No, I donāt feel right (No, I donāt feel right)
But Iām living my best life, Iām living my best life
[Verse 4: EyeKeem]
I'ma hit your girl, I'ma hit your main, yea
Swervinā in the āRari, yea Iām swervinā in the Range (yea)
Yea this aināt no Atari, aināt no games huh yea
I canāt hang with n***as 'cause they lame, yuh
Price tag, turnt up in the bag, bitch Iām shoppinā
Nightcap, pulled up in the Jag and she hop in
Like that, runninā up my bag, now they flockinā
Bands soft, keep the heavy metal so Iām rockinā
[Verse 5: Marcelo]
So Iām rockinā, so Iām rockinā
Run it up bitch, man you lookinā like you jogginā
I just hit your bitch when I just need the noggin
Nine-to-five job, now you better clock in
Said she wanna love me, better put me in the coffin
Thatās not how Iām rockinā, hit me and Iām blockinā
Now these bitches flockinā, chain force Keagan Hoffman
I just got a check, now Iām going shoppinā
Yea these diamonds need to bling, shawty like the way I sing
Treat me like a king, we do anything
Said she fuck with me 'cause Iām major
I aināt got no time, Iāll see you later
[Verse 6: Hella Sketchy]
Everybody in this stu, they got a free feature
Iām so high and Iām gone off the tequila
So much fucking drip, feel like Hurricane Katrina
I fucked āLlariās bitch, yer shoutout to Sabrina
[Verse 7: Angst]
Pulled up to the studio inside a fuckinā Beamer
Shoutout to Sketchy, he paid me for this feature
Fuckin' on some thotties yea I might just be his daddy
Who the fuck you think did all this fuckin' Fendi
[Verse 8: EyeKeem]
Told her that I love her but she know that I was lyin'
I predict the future you would think that I was Mayan
Off the gas Iām flying, feeling like a pilot
I might start a riot, please donāt even try it
[Verse 9: Marcelo]
No I never switched, chains all on my fit
Radar off the grid, EyeKeem he smokinā mid
Angst know he aināt shit, he a lil bitch
He think that he rich but he just hit a lick