[Intro]
(Ayy, Smatty, let's count up some—)

[Verse]
Bro told me go check the Citizens app, he just caught him a hit
Sick when I walk in this bitch
Hoes from my block started fuckin' the opps, so for that, we don't fuck with them bitches
Got shot, so he walk with a limp
But that boy still like Steph, he don't miss
I just need me like seven more flips
And I go put baguettes on the wrist
Yeah, my bitch got a cold heart, but I give her Chrome Hearts
I just got the renty just to pull up to a bar
This corona shit slow, dog, lean cup, pour it up
Wraith talk, baby, can you fuck me with the stars?
Young n***a move tac', don't rush me
N***a move and this shit gon' get dusty
Boy don't shoot, got that .38 rusty
We gon' hit that boy up, ain't no tusslin'
Samе young n***a slang eight ball
Six-figure n***a, only twenty-fivе, I put in the weight call
I can get the key off, put that bitch in Dior
She was just in DR, I can't wait to see her
My bitch like Diamond from Players Club
Put this gang shit in diamonds, they know what's up
I be slidin' through Harlem like A and them
Boy, don't run up, you know not to play with them