[Intro]
Ouu, yuh
Wait, huh?

[Chorus]
Iced out patek yeah I want that (ouu)
Plain Jane Rollie yeah I want that (ouu)
M’s in the bank pockets so fat (ouu)
Might fuck around get a face tat (yuh)
Coupe on my wrist yeah I want that
The 458 yeah I want that (skrt)
Gang related, big gat
Anything for a hundred racks

[Verse 1]
I see you actin’ tough, make me wanna punch your gut (yeah!)
High demand I’m in the cut, from the mud I build a hut (ouu)
My girl gone I want that
Ouu, stop that (stop it!)
Don’t think you get it, love you the most
Late night scrollin’, sick of your posts
“You deserve the love you keep trying to give everyone else”
I’m a pray to God that was a joke, ‘cause if not this cut throat
I take it back this is pain, fuck around and dig two graves (haha)
See you with the Uzi, that’s a tool, Bad and Boujee (yeah)
Wanna hop up in that jet, fly Dubai, smoke the rest (brrr)
Yeah we in and outta town, in the woods make no sounds (shh)
Fuck that bitch she crazy
Met her last week this brazy
Don’t fuck with him, he’s shady
Yeah I make the pass like I’m Brady

[Chorus]
Iced out patek yeah I want that (ouu)
Plain Jane Rollie yeah I want that (ouu)
M’s in the bank pockets so fat (ouu)
Might fuck around get a face tat (yuh)
Coupe on my wrist yeah I want that
The 458 yeah I want that (skrt)
Gang related, big gat
Anything for a hundred racks
[Verse 2]
I just flew to San Francisco, fun to say c all it Frisco (Frisco)
Bout to fly right into Dublin, check my status that shit doublin’ (that shit doublin’)
Next year see me in Madrid, my friends dead, Rich The Kid
Travel more than I am home, I don’t wanna feel at home (no no)
Pussy bitch why you strife, greed is just what drives my life
Switch the blade, issa knife (21)
Been at it for a mother fucking minute ‘till it’s midnight
Insane, insane (yuh)
Pockets so fat make that shit rain (yuh)
Skrt out that bitch, burn the propane (skrt)
I want the coupe, yeah the i8 (skrt)
Know my name, you don’t, bitch
All I want is to get rich (stacks)
Take your shot, I don’t flinch
Shift the gear and I skrt, bitch (skrt)
Fuck wit’ it, fuck wit’ it
I want the roof wit’ the stars in it (ouu)
808 with the bars in it (ouu)
Yeah you bump this hard ain’t it?

[Chorus]
Iced out patek yeah I want that
Plain Jane Rollie yeah I want that
M’s in the bank pockets so fat
Might fuck around get a face tat
Coupe on my wrist yeah I want that
The 458 yeah I want that
Gang related, big gat
Anything for a hundred racks
[Verse 3]
Thought I was done, yeah nah bruh
Seen a ghost, what you saw bruh?
Like oh my God fuck the law bruh
I like Logic and I’m white, duh
Woah, woah, woah, woah
This shit is out of out control (woah)
The watch is skelly, two tone (ayy)
The girl you love she a hoe (flex)