text: If young Metro dont trust you Im gon shoot you
  Yeah
  She thicker than Hannah Montana
  I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana
  2018 the Porsche Panamara
  I got some racks on me, bitch, aint no scammer 
  She let me dig in her gut like an animal 
  I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta 
  Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta 
  I been drippin shit, you gon need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather
  The syrup and the percs got me floatin like a feather 
  Broke that hoe heart and didnt write her no letter
  Ima go hard, feel like I be gettin better
  And that Goyard, bout to fill it with cheddar 
  I dont want talk, bitch, dont give me no lecture 
  Bitch, Im a boss and you know I cant let up
  Yeah
  I can only do it for a profit 
  Only hit the bank for deposit 
  Racks and designer my wallet 
  Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby 
  Takin off on these lames like a rocket 
  Gettin cash aint a thing, its a hobby 
  Valentino all over my body 
  Like ooh, dont wanna talk, ooh
  Lil bitch, just give me them jaws , ooh
  Told her I dont wanna stall, ooh
  Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh
  In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh 
  In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom 
  Gunna and I back to back with the drops
  So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks 
  Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks 
  The guap, it wont stop, Maison my flip flop
  Boy, you need to stop, you wifin that thot
  Your bitch play hopscotch, yeah, with my whole squad
  Got boys on the block that whippin the pot
  Dont wanna talk money, I get that a lot
  That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot 
  She got a lick that gon stick to the car 
  Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine
  Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind 
  Ooh, ooh, smokin on pine
  Ooh, my lil bitch so fine
  Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime
  Oops, my bad, favorite color slime 
  Woah, had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah
  But I still never dropped a dime 
  Had to downgrade to a nine 
  My new bitch on a 30
  Shot a fuck nigga, then act like Im blind
  Dumbass nigga, yeah, better read the signs
  Dud ass nigga, better not cross the line
  Pull up with my niggas and none of em kind
  Pull up with your niggas and none of em ride
  Pull up that SLS, doors suicide
  Ride in my Hellcat, blue Benji diet
  Paramore rockstar, lets have a riot
  Nowadays Im the man, I try to fight it 
  Aint touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited 
  She gave me top, the cum made me silent
  She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic 
  Yeah
  I can only do it for a profit 
  Only hit the bank for deposit 
  Racks and designer my wallet 
  Some bad bitches waitin in the lobby 
  Takin off on these lames like a rocket 
  Gettin cash aint a thing, its a hobby 
  Valentino all over my body