[Intro: Yeat]
Yeah, yeah, I just called my bizzy
Yeah
What the fuck? The—
How the fuck I stacked it up so much? It don't even make no sense
Pull up in that, pull up in that
What the fuck? The—
Yeah, skrrt

[Chorus: Kankan & Yeat]
Pull up in that, what the fuck? That shit don't make no sense, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up in that, what the fuck (Ha)? These hoes, they on my dick, yeah (Ha, hoes, they on my dick, yeah)
Pull up in that S Class, I mix Oxycontin wit' Tris (Oxycontin wit' Tris, yeah)
And the way that I run up, yeah, I know all these n***as sick (All these n***as sick, yeah)
I mix Number (N)ine jeans with the Undercover denim (Yeah)
I'm wit' Twizzy, yeah, we Saks Fifth shoppin', boy, this ain't no rental (Boy, this ain't no rental, ha)
We got F&N bullets, bitch, they flyin' right through that Sprinter (Ha, fly right through that Sprinter)
Yeah, big-ass Moncler on me, n***a, but it ain't the winter (But it ain't the winter)
Yeah, I know these n***as mad, but (Ha), yeah, we gon' keep winnin'
These n***as, they be goin' out sad, yeah, I put codeine over women (Ha)
This a SRT, no Scat, n***a, 12 can't keep up wit' me (Yeah)
N***a know I'm in my bag, bitch, where yo' bag? Boy, yo' shit empty (Pew, yeah)
I'm on X and Oxy, high as hell, boy, prolly in yo' city (Yeah)
Mix Chanel, yeah, wit' a Prada bag, put my ho in some Fendi (My ho in some Fendi, yeah)
Yeah, he bought this ho some PINK, I bought my old ho some new titties (Yeah)
And this Draco hold a 50, two G19's, they hold 60 (Yeah)
[Verse: Yeat]
Pull up in that, what the fuck (Ooh)? It kinda don't make no sense (Yeah)
Yeah, I pulled up in the Swerve (Swerve), yeah, bitch, you just a bird
Give a fuck what you say to me (Brr), bitch, it's fuck what ya' heard (Fuck it)
It's a whole new wave (Yeah), it's only a couple G.O.A.T.s (G.O.A.T.s, yeah)
I hang wit' the G.O.A.T.s, I hang wit' the Gods
You be round' the homeless people, I be wit' the mob (Mob)
When that EDD stop comin' in, you better get a job
Got on a LV sweatsuit, yeah, they thought that I was joggin'
If ya' got some' to say, say it wit' yo' chest, yeah (Just say it wit' yo' chest)
All my money on that Lizzo, fat, yo' money skinny (Yah-yah)
They ask me what the hell I know and why the hell I'm always grinnin'
'Cause I just got off the phone wit' my devil (Brr), we had a meetin' (Ha)
Ah, he told me in a year, I'll be eatin' (Yeah)
Bitch, I wake up when it's 1AM and sleep when it turn evenin'
This bitch eat me up so much, I got a sign on my dick say, "Eat here" (It say, "Eat me")
Yeah, they ask me how I do this shit, I don't know, it's easy
Yeah, fuck that, all I rock Cha'-ne'-ne', CC (Ne'-ne', CC)

[Chorus: Kankan]
Pull up in that, what the fuck? That shit don't make no sense, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up in that, what the fuck (Ha)? These hoes, they on my dick, yeah (Hoes, they on my dick, yeah)
Pull up in that S Class, I mix Oxycontin wit' Tris (Oxycontin wit' Tris, yeah)
And the way that I run up, yeah, I know all these n***as sick (All these n***as sick, yeah)
I mix Number (N)ine jeans wit' the Undercover denim (Yeah)
I'm wit' Twizzy, yeah, we Saks Fifth shoppin', boy, this ain't no rental (Boy, this ain't no rental, ha)
We got F&N bullets (Ha), bitch, they flyin' right through that Sprinter (Ha, fly right through that s—)
Yeah, big-ass Moncler on me, n***a, but it ain't the winter (But it ain't the w—)
Yeah, I know these n***as mad, but (Ha), yeah, we gon' keep winnin' (Yeah)
These n***as, they be goin' out sad, yeah, I put codeine over women (Ha)
This a SRT, no Scat, n***a, 12 can't keep up wit' me (Yeah)
N***a know I'm in my bag, bitch, where yo' bag? Boy, yo' shit empty (Pew, yeah)
I'm on X and Oxy, high as hell, boy, prolly in yo' city (Yeah)
Mix Chanel, yeah, with a Prada bag, put my ho in some Fendi (My ho in some Fendi, yeah)
Yeah, he bought this ho some PINK, I bought my old ho some new titties (Yeah)
And this Draco hold a 50, two G19's, they hold 60 (Yeah)