[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Free all the bros, keep you a chop'
Eat like a mobster, lobster and pasta
Damn, that’s an opp, I gotta pop 'em
Shoot at a copper, somebody stop 'em
Send me the wire, make it in rappin'
I send my lady to Mason and Prada
I call lil' baby, I love me some baby
New two door Mercedеs, she whippin' the latest
Nеw registration, we all 'round the nation
My album went crazy, new certification (Ya)
More flowers for lady, I love our relation
We went through our phases and changin' locations
My cousin an opp but I brought out the bacon
I ran out of patience, ain’t nobody waitin' (Ya)
My lawyer told me “We ain’t loosin' no cases”
My papa told me “We good with the Masons”
[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds

[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo
Four hundred thousand I took off the head (Hey)
Thousand designers, I drip when I dress
Drivin', she suckin' me, I’m ’bout to wreck
Run up the racks like I’m runnin' the tread' (Racks)
She want a Birkin, told her she dead
Pay for her surgery, told me she scared
Broke the bitch back, I done broke the bitch legs
I got more money, you heard what I said
These n***as cap, they be tough on the app
I done been 'cross the map, twenty hoes in my bath (Woo)
Chrome with the Raf, gift of the gab
Bag up the weed, let the bird take a bath
Red Ferrari on Biscayne Ave
Seen a bad bitch I ain’t fucked in a while (Who?)
Spin on my opps, we ain’t throw in the towel
My diamonds hittin', you see 'em, say “Wow”
[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds