[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
Young n***a poppin', so I pop my shit
House on my neck, half a house on my wrist
You want a bag? I take yo' bitch
Bitch named Cherokee, ride like Jeep
Told 'em "Wake up, might die in sleep"
Big goat, I can never hang wit' the sheep
Let's go, got a new hoe every week

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Young n***a poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit
Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist
They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip
And keep one in the head
Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead
I don't want sex, baby
I want the neck while I count up this check
I was lockеd, callin' shawty collect

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Where thе fuck was you at?
Turn the handcuffs to a Rolex
We outside, bitch, in full effect
This money don't sleep, I'll rest when I'm dead
White gold, keep it [?]
Percocets got me high like a jet
Young and turnt, don't know what they expect
Call her truck 'cause she ride it the best
[Verse 3: Yung Tory]
Raf Simmons on me, I rock it the best
Run up the money, I'll rest when I'm dead
I get it bustin', I bust on her chest
I'm chasin' M's, I ain't catchin' no zeds
Tory go stupid, I'm actually sped
I want her head like a scrunchie
She jump on the bed like it's bungie
Yeah, I'm on the water like Crocodile Dundee, yeah

[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Young n***a poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit
Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist
They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip
And keep one in the head
Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead
I don't want sex, baby
I want the neck while I count up this check
I was locked, callin' shawty collect

[Verse 4: Yung Tory]
I was down, but I came up alone
Too wrong, but my GB on
Go hard or go home, bitch, you home
Took a trip, how I end up in Rome
Sheesh
I won't play with the bitch, yeah, I'm grown
I won't stay with the bitch, send her home, oh-oh
I might cop a TEC, just call me Philippe
She miss a n***a, I don't miss her cheeks
I beat it like 808, don't miss a beat
I hit her, fade-away, hit 'em with three
Swish, all in her cheeks wit' the meat
Shit, I send her back to the streets
She pop a molly, she actually geeked
I'm passin' yo' bitch, please don't pass her to me
[Chorus: Burna Bandz]
Young n***a poppin', so I'm poppin' my shit
Yeah, put a whole house on my wrist
They ain't talkin' money, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
All this drip on me, got a extend on my clip
And keep one in the head
Beam on the Glock, if he run, then he dead
I don't want sex, baby
I want the neck while I count up this check
I was locked, callin' shawty collect