text: Yeah, turn up
  Yeah
  Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel 
  I gotta win, I cant fail 
  New foreign, not the Chevelle 
  Yeah, I got my drip out the mail 
  This drip aint goin on sale 
  Bangin my gat til Im pale 
  Cant fuck with you, Petty LaBelle 
  Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel 
  Send them racks to my niggas in jail 
  Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail 
  Niggas hoes and they startin to reveal 
  Damn, I hope he dont tell 
  He silent, Im payin his bail 
  Aint no fake shit, we keepin it real 
  I keep me a hammer, no nails 
  Moved out the condo to L 
  Shootout like Rondo, the opps 
  The codeine dissolvin these pills 
  Gucci drip down to my socks 
  Drove the Hellcat out of hell 
  Wintertime, mink or the fox 
  New Richard Mille my watch 
  Yeah, if we slime then Im slimin you out 
  I let too many thots in the house 
  I cant fuck then Im kickin you out 
  Im still matchin my bag with the pouch 
  Im a young gangster mixed with a scout 
  I done stacked me a bigger amount 
  Had to show you what Gunna be bout Yeah, I did this shit with no vouch 
  I let your bitch whip it round 
  Fuckin her ass and her mouth 
  Glad that I came out the South 
  Made it through hate and the doubt 
  Drippin, it gave me some clout 
  Take a G5 through the clouds 
  Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel 
  I gotta win, I cant fail 
  New foreign, not the Chevelle 
  Yeah, I got my drip out the mail 
  This drip aint goin on sale 
  Bangin my gat til Im pale 
  Got big guns and I will 
  Dont make me wan kill 
  Fucked her right off pill
  Woah, yeah , all-white gold no steel 
  Rose gold link on chill
  My diamonds, they teal 
  They hit white in the light, and at night cant tell, uh 
  You know that my name it ring bells 
  You know Im high like a light bill 
  I put my dick in your female 
  No pasta but make em eat shells 
  The Lambo, I need a seatbelt 
  Two-hundred my dash, you could tell 
  You racin but chasin a tail 
  I drop my top like its Montel 
  You know Gunna double-C, Chanel 
  No Jordan hide behind spell 
  You know forty with the hollow shell 
  With that smell, baby, YSL 
  Ooh, mister, uh, slimy like a snail, yeah 
  These diamonds on my wrist, them bitches wet just like a whale 
  My new crib so big, yeah, my backyard, it got a trail 
  You know my swag is so clean, got green, not talkin kale 
  Clip long like a unibrow, so my Glock, it named Helga, uh 
  Took me one whole day to fly that bitch and she Australian 
  Whats her name, dont look like a snitch so I aint with the tellin , yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel 
  I gotta win, I cant fail 
  New foreign, not the Chevelle 
  Yeah, I got my drip out the mail 
  This drip aint goin on sale 
  Bangin my gat til Im pale 
  Woah, yeah , we just been livin it better
  YSL, we want the smoke, thats forever 
  Feel like a mice on the race to the cheddar 
  In the penthouse, we came straight out the shelter 
  Yeah, we came straight out the shelter
  Woah, yeah, I got a burner, it melt you 
  You got the cards that they dealt you 
  They mad a nigga aint felt them 
  Woah, yeah , FN is light as a feather 
  Hit him two times, Raymond Felton 
  We still in the race for the cheddar 
  Woah, yeah , Gunna Gunna in the Tesla 
  Doors up like a feather 
  Models pullin in every time that we let em 
  Woah, woah , slimy, slimy, yeah, we slimes 
  AP Hublot for the time 
  So a ho cant waste my time 
  Baby VVs cost a dime 
  Streets heatin up, me and Gunna got the iron 
  Yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel 
  I got to win, I cant fail 
  New foreign, not the Chevelle 
  Yeah, I got my drip out the mail 
  This drip aint goin on sale 
  Bangin my gat til Im pale