text: We—we havin vibes on—vibes on vibes, nigga
  Uh, yeah
  Yeah
  Me and Uno and four different hoes 
  She got good head and too many goals
  Tesla truck with the suicide doors 
  Can’t keep it real, niggas gettin exposed
  We put up this money and let it get old 
  Finally flooded, my necklace cold
  We set a fire when all my niggas is home 
  We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it 
  I got a bad bitch, she don’t want a vet
  We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP 
  No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip
  Too many vibes we trying secure 
  Talkin bout the money, I give you the work 
  I call up young Gunna for bags of birds
  I land in LA and I stay at the loft
  Dressin in Raf from head to toe 
  Bags of the midget from Mexico 
  I had no witness, this case is closed 
  Take off the face then the case is closed 
  I have the fish and the bread, the whole loaf, ooh 
  We see a lil lick, we on top of that, ooh 
  Put dick down the middle, no politics 
  Put the dick in her mouth and she swallowed it 
  You lil niggas just fake, Im the opposite 
  I know that ain’t no drip, won’t acknowledge it 
  I been gaining my power like politics 
  Don’t wanna fuck it unless you stay washin it 
  I cant fuck with no bitch who got germs 
  My money straight like a perm 
  Maybachs, his and hers 
  Got no lessons learned 
  With no blessin’ burned 
  Told the lil nigga, Better wait your turn 
  Ayy, sit back then watch this
  And watch how I catch this birdie 
  Hold my back like girdle 
  Hard-body, got a lot of water like Squirtle 
  Me and young Gunna hop poles like hurdles
  Me and Uno and four different hoes 
  She got good head and too many goals
  Tesla truck with the suicide doors 
  Cant keep it real, niggas gettin exposed
  We put up this money and let it get old 
  Finally flooded, my necklace cold
  We set a fire when all my niggas is home 
  We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it 
  I got a bad bitch, she dont want a vet
  We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP 
  No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip 
  Too many vibes we trying secure 
  Talkin bout the money, I give you the work 
  I call up young Gunna for bags of birds 
  Im bout to geek up, Jag, and swerve 
  I used to sell all my gas on the curb
  I went and bought her a Birkin purse 
  She went and bought me a pint of the syrup
  Big cup, know Im sippin on sizzurp 
  With my slime, my lizard 
  Baby pop a Perc and she start to go bezerk 
  Ooh, this real plat, no silver 
  Ooh, come take a look at my ice
  Mistake me for a blizzard, ooh 
  I advise everything twice, dont turn me to a killer 
  Gunna aint havin no wife, you aint gotta call me mister 
  I could have spared your wife, I aint even have to hit her 
  Sace all over my bedspread, matchin wit the cizzurtains 
  Now we make these hunneds spread, remember we was all hurtin 
  Baby make them legs spread, we gon cop a purse 
  Cashin out on these hoes, we can cop em all Birkins
  Me and Uno and four different hoes 
  She got good head and too many goals 
  Tesla truck with the suicide doors 
  Cant keep it real, niggas gettin exposed 
  We put up this money and let it get old 
  Finally flooded, my necklace cold 
  We set a fire when all my niggas is home 
  We just want all the blue hundreds, thats it 
  I got a bad bitch, she dont want a vet 
  We need bottle syrup, we just stepped in the VIP 
  No, we dont need bottles, we came with the sip 
  Too many vibes we trying secure 
  Talkin bout the money, I give you the work 
  I call up young Gunna for bags of birds